She's never afraid of what her past had might become   Alone in her lazy time in-between a thought that ends with loss   Her life is spent searching for the next   An answer a question never asked    Everything and everyone finds their time   Everything and everyone writes their line   But it seems hard now things work out in time      She lacks self pride her lazy time   Never once identified her lonely nights   Spending days alone but through the phone   She waits for a voice to calm her name   Then takes a drink says it makes me sane   She lives through a dream she once called fate   Then finds herself alone to contemplate      Everything and everyone finds their time   Everything and everyone writes their line   But it seems hard now things work out in time