Faded and clumsy she stumbles, walking down the path of her past.
Crazy and stupid and jumbled, she follows without looking back.
Tossing and turning, revolting; avoiding the mess she has made.
Falling and failing and jolting, she trips on her old mistakes.
Quiet with reluctance she chooses to run with the ghost in her head.
Vastly and quickly she loses; the love inside of her... dead.
Broken and jaded she's worse, changed by the substance she takes.
Ignoring that one that it hurts, she trips on her own mistakes.
Lost and lonely she's crying, scared of forgetting the way.
Learning to pray (she's trying), insistent to start a new day.
Stronger and stronger, she's better; the love she had lost will stay.
She is as she was when he met her, she quits all her old mistakes.


Recurring the wrong, she's going, peering down the path of her past.
He kisses her, fearing and knowing, she will leave and never come back.
He sits in the dark beside her, bargaining for her to awake...
But No One is listening to heal her.
She lost to her own mistakes.