What a mess I remember thinking

As I looked at the girl with tears on her face

What was she doing in this kind of place?

She was slain by the man of her dreams

Her heart was ripped out,

Now connected by just strings

Her head was full of terrible things

I wonder if maybe that girl is me

Her eyes were red and swollen with pain

Why should she live with nothing to gain?

She’s afraid of death and life the same

She’s so confused and she’d like to scream

I’ve begun to wonder if that girl is me

She’s so young on the outside

But so old on her soul

She believes she has no where to go

No where to roam and she has no home

Maybe just maybe that girl is me

She finally bounced back and went on with her life

She smiled and said “I’ve won this fight.”

As I look back to this girl alone in the street

I realize now that girl was me