Why do I throw away good advice,
Does my heart yearn to learn like a device.
Does it wish to know what it cant?
To hurt and cry to sing and chant?
What does it want acting like a fool?
She shall take a seat, right here, that stool.

"What do you want"
No reply,
just a sad look in her eyes.
She is lonely
But she is so loved?
What does she want?
Give her a shove.

Her lips are sewn up like that of a scare crow
Up and down in a pattern of twine
Shes been abused and a quieted
By what? Her mind.
She never speaks what's in her heart
She is flinching in fear
The love she felt tore her apart

She messed up, and it haunts her
Every sound, and noise
It reminds her
Of him

He is the reason
she is incapable of love.
He is the reason
She will never know it.