Falling apart

Hair Blonde
Not a die or a drop
Pail face
Clothes could be better

A house on a street
A street with no light
A light inside
But way to bright

Foot prints on the floor
Why try to fight
I see you standing by the door
I'm on the top flight

Crawl away
my eyes are weak
glasses are broken
and no shoes on my feet

I run like the wind
Into your arms
Saved, By your charm