to hang around is hard you know
to face today when you know you have to face tomorrow too
every day the same
every set of eyes seem to see it all the same way
i don't need to be better than anyone else
i just want to be better than myself
the wasted days and disappointments pile up
the tomorrows always behind the todays always behind the yesterdays
never better
never new
me? i'm never going to catch a clue.
you? you're probably stuck in it too.

lost little girl decides she can't stay
lost little girl stands and runs away

lost little girl gets scared all alone
lost little girl can't be on her own

lost little girl returns to her house
lost little girl as meek as a mouse -

lost little girl finds a thing called 'love'
lost little girl feels it rise above

brave little girl found not 'house' but 'home'
brave little girl has no more need to roam -

To some his arrival means a smile
but those are not the sane
he charms and whispers, promises of change -

He cures the pain he cuts the joy away
the smiles cannot stay
to fall for him is to commit great sin -

To follow him is to seek destiny
a fate found far too soon
she, yet too young, knows not what can be done
alone.

there is pain
everywhere. always.
but when the doctor asks,
i know what he means.
so i say (without guilty conscience)
there is none.