If she was empty
Would she still be there?
If she was empty,
would anyone care?
If she lost the passion
Lost the drive and the will
Who would she tell?
Who would see her through all that,
And accept her still?
Is she good enough?
Has she worked hard enough?
There's still a long way to climb
from the bottom of the well
There's still a long way to climb
But it's because she fell
If she can keep her head afloat
She can survive
But if she gives up and drowns,
Who will know that she was even alive?