Destracted and distant, she sits alone.
Anixious to know what life has to hold.
Not wanting to look back at days gone by.
Imagining someone else's life and trying not to cry.
Every step she takes seems to push her two steps back.
Love seems so far away that she'll never get it back.
Longing for love, but scared of what awaits.
Every moment that passes brings her closer to her fate.
Not knowing what's to come makes her scared to even breathe.
If only she could live life without feeling the need to leave.
Cause for sorrow lingers over her head.
Only she can pull herself from the shadows of the dead.
Life seems so hard to even live at times.
Exsisting in life is what she makes it in her mind.
