Déjenla

Today she didn’t want to talk to anyone,
She came back from the streets feeling low.
Today she arrived a bit later,
No one came to pick her up.

She locked herself in her room
And at dinner time,
The meal got cold on her plate
And someone heard her crying.

Let her cry alone,
Let her deal with her pain,
No one but her will know how to heal
All the sadness that love brings.

Let her suffer,
Someone doesn’t want her anymore.
At her age, it’s so common to cry
For a love, when it’s gone, it’s gone.