She's lost, she's alone. Cold, like the frost, sending chills to her bone. Her heads hung in defeat, tears streaming down her cheeks. Hell, she can't even bring herself to eat.
I wonder, can you see that its gone on for weeks?
Its always her fault, she's always done the crime. Like a thought set in her brain by default, its hidden all the time. She'll try to sell you lies, she'll say she's alright.
But look into her eyes, can't you tell she's lost her fight?
And underneath her sleeves, that's where she bleeds. And somehow, she still believes. Believes that someone will see what she needs. Pull her up, help her, give her a reason to breathe.
Isn't it hard to tell that she truly believes?
She needs love, strength, and some kind of will. But instead, she's getting kicked when she's down. She won't always fight, eventually, she'll be ready to kill. Soon enough, she'll breakdown.
So look at her and tell me, will you really work to set her free?
