My poor heart, it's betrayed me.

It's tearing at the seams.

And my tired little fingers are

reaching for lost dreams.



The little girl I used to be,

She's fading every day.

I wish that I could bring her back,

with words still left to say.



Little girl with tears so large,

they start to flood the floors.

She gasps for breath and grabs her chest,

trying to unlock the doors.