She lives in a place with wandering eyes
Where faceless men peer through her skin
She lives in the past, in her troubled mind
Corrupted by the pain from within
She lives for revenge, though she'd rather die
A pity to see her that way
She'll get what she wants, though and so will I
She'll be happy for once
At least, I pray
The internet reminds me a great deal of the real world. By this, I mean to say that both share a common trait: people. Notwithstanding; in addition to its inhabitance, nobody need ever take accountability for their actions. Such is the way of the world (and the internet).