She lays on the ground, her heart ripped away from her.
Surrounded by Puddles of sorrow from the tears she's cried.
The only love she knew has left her side.
She's given up, tired of giving but never receiving anything in return,
Except the heart they all gave back to her.
Her soul has died from a shattered heart with the pieces no where to be found.
"There's no point in searching anymore", she says.
Love isn't my purpose; I give out my heart to the ones I've loved,
But in return I get a broken heart.
Tears fall in vain,
With nothing left to say, her lips have been sealed.
She's too afraid to speak of love, afraid to feel again,
She doesn't think she's worthy of being loved.
She's loved too much but she's never felt the beauty of being loved in return.
Doesn't think she ever will.
"Lift me up, I cant alone anymore, it feels I'm reaching for nothing, I'm tired of wanting something I could never call my own."
She looks in the mirror, but doesn't recognize herself anymore.
Her smile has faded and her happiness has gone away.
Her heart is obliterated,
She's become numb,
She's forgotten what it's like feel alive, to feel anything.
And I wish I could save her, but how do you save yourself when you're already dead?
