Poor thing I say
While looking back at me
Seeing the broken girl
That I've come to be
Oh, she has eyes
Red from crying
And the last breaths of hope
Are slowly dying
Her throath is sore
From screaming
For that knight in shining armor
Of whom she has been dreaming
From endless miles of walking
Her feet are numb
And she's amazed
By how it hurts to feel so dumb
She is wide awake
Yet she's asleep
She's oh so strong
But beneath my words she is weak
Twisting, turning
Bending my pain
Taking the liberty
Of creating truths to keep me sane
Painting a story
Writing my life
Trying my hardest
To take the edge of this knife
