Day by day, night by night, one day she'll stop and wonder why she's slowly dying.
With no where to go the walls close in onto the prey of once a loved girl.
Why does misery need company in order to stay alive?
Why is death so greedy with hate and dispare?
Can the flowers ever stay fresh from the first spring and live through the fall and winter?
In order to understand someone elses life you have to understand life itself and embrase the cuts and bruises.
Could it be she has been hit emotionally too many times?Will she ever find the courage to stand up straight and put on foot infront of the other?
Why cant she find her way out of the future that has yet to come?
One day she'll stop and wonder why she's slowly dying.
She was someone who looked up into the sky wishing for light.
She was someone who dreamed of a happy life.
She was someone who cried with anger and felt so alone.
She was and still is me...