Broken Little Girl

I guess I am looking for something new,
Traveling in a world all to familiar to these tired eyes.

I am standing underneath the street lamp,
In pitch black silence,
Waiting for a car to pass,
A star to fall,
Something new to come.

But I wait for a prayer that shall never be answered,

I ' m crying out for someone to hear my pleas,
To take me away ,
But no one comes,
And no one stays.

I look out across a black abyss,
Wonder how long it would take for me to walk through it.

A single light,
Dimming in the night,
A wishful hope,
Stolen away by the dark beast.

A single tear-
Falling to the floor.
And the blood ' s such a contrast to the broken white tile.

A broken little girl,
Lost in a world that ' s all to cold.

She cries for the world to see,
This is what it ' s made me.