Everyday she sits by the phone
silence, and then more silence
It never rings
Newspapers are scattered everywhere
dishes piled to the roof and cupboards echo emptiness
She's been searching but can't seem to find
Days, turn into weeks and weeks turn into months
The newspapers everywhere all have oblong circles every three or four inches down
She's started to smoke and here eyes have long turned red
The liquor bottle in front of her is empty but she doesnt need anymore
Her heart has been heavy already
Unemployed
Its invisible letters are all over the wooden walls
Unemployed
Its invisible letters are all over the silent phone and the empty cupboards.
Talk about a dark corner or a deadend road
Her hair started falling out and she's almost down to a size 1
Unemployed
Her kids were all taken from her
Nothing she could do for herself let alone them
Diplomas, certificates, trophies all in a box
None of it matters...Unemployed