Like a woman in suffering
she can't
wait for a miracle
she can't help being a little bit cynical
she can't
keep searching for something
that never comes
it never comes
she never comes
looking in men to fill a void
but they always fill the wrong one
she can't
keep waiting
for acceptance that never comes
she can't keep this up
so she fall
fading into tile floors
falling into memories of
her hips spread disproportional to her waist
from carrying life as pure as
her intentions
she can't
continue to fight
she can't give in
so that night she gives her life
