Walking the streets alone.

Shes cold.

But that feeling is old.

She’s become used to the cold.

She wishes she listened to what she was told.

Her mother foretold.

She would be cold.

But she was too bold.

And uncontrolled.

Oh.

She wished she hadn't sold.

Her only coat for some gold.

But behold.

She takes ahold

Of the door

Walking the streets alone

She knows her daughter is cold

And she's too old

For such cold

She knows her daughter didn't listen to what she was told

She foretold

mia would be cold

But alas mia is too bold

And uncontrolled.

Oh.

She knows mia sold

Her only coat for the gold

She had wished for but behold

She takes ahold

Of her daughter

And she's ice cold

From walking the streets alone