Dragging herself from bed your hear her whisper "where did I go"
Climbing to the edge of the stairs
"Where did my life go"
She searches all the wrong places trying to find a place, a place where she'd belong, someone to ease the agony, a place where someone would consume her and pull her away from the ever looming addictions. Shes hoping and searching for something that will make things right. Shes drowning in regret, but doesnt have the courage to stand on her feet alone. She's alone now, open as a book lying on the floor, for anyone to walk on or use. If she could just get up one more time she could leave, with just a little light she could recover..
