She hold her hands to the sky,
Frustrated and all alone,
Too afraid to retern there,
To her empty house, not home,
She's afraid of being forgotten,
Or a simple story of woe,
But mostly she's afraid of becoming her mother,
Who she pitied so long ago.
She believed in 'happily ever after',
She believed in his lies,
Overlooking all his flaws,
Forgetting painful goodbyes,
So desperate for love was she,
So afraid of herself forever,
That she picked up the broken peices,
And glued them all together.
She looks to the sky in desperation,
Aware of what she's become,
Sometimes she regrets her choices,
But they cannot be undone,
So she holds her tounge,
And counts all her blessings,
And in her house, not home,
She holds her hands to the sky,
Frustrated and all alone.
