her heart is lost in amongst the chaos
conflicted by the way it should feel
she has come to doubt if there is anything
that could ever be considered as real

with one breath closer
there is a hole in her chest
leaking out her needed air to carry on with the rest

her self it to blame
no perfection
no fame
there aint nothing to her, but a girl with a name

the voices are loud
as they echo so clear
her worth is slipping
yes, this is her fear

just once
is she asking too much?
must her barren heart be stepped on like mush

it is finished baby
but the start was not near

her wondering heart
she once believed to be dear

not ever again was a love to be felt