She drifts, in a dream, that others call life.
Looking for answers that no one can supply
No one understands, just how hurt one can be.
Just another hurt soul, who can do nothing but cry.
Beaten down, broken heart.
Drowning in sorrow, torn apart.
Cant understand this crazy world.
As tears run down her pretty face.
And things just seem to vanish,
As her mind steps out of place.
Beaten down, broken heart.
Drowning in sorrow, torn apart.
And so she sits alone, in peace.
Her body fragile, her mind still weak.
Her home, a prison, the world, so cruel.
Though shes just a person, shes considered a freak.