Does She Not Know

She sits alone on her new bed in a silent room away from the love she claims to hate calling it the worlds worst gloom Fading memories leave emptiness and her ignored heart cries out I'm lonely and I'm tired Her pride does not know she has become cold and cannot feel tomorrow She says she has no time and laughs at her success with charm, screaming aloud in anger I do not need my mothers arms Does she not know she's not yet deep as deep can be She keeps demanding she's feels happy, complete and her life's now trouble free What she needs is the thing, the one that will not die, the one and only thing money truly cannot buy Does she not know life can be lived alone and without love one begins to die