Life is cruel, the world is cold
The older she gets, the more she knows
Filled with hate, fueled by rage
Doesn't imagine some romantic end to her story, just wishes to turn the page
Nobody to love her, nobody cares, no support groups
No stories to share.
Yes, we judge her. Yes, we reject. Yes, we turn our backs.
We also don't respect
But, how can we judge her, to know is to love her.
Still, we could care less, shes no different than the rest.
Tired of wandering this world alone.
With no place to go, no place to call home
Darkness possesses her, no sign of the sun
She does all she believes she can....Run
She runs away, from the darkness of night
She runs because, shes lost the strength and will to fight
She runs because, although she longs for love, you would never receive her
She runs because, even if she shared with you her story, you would never believe her
She runs because of me, she runs because of you
She runs because, its not about what we say, its about what we do
She is a part of me, she is a part of you
Yes! We feel for her, but what will we do?