A woman once, now only a pitiful child.
She has closed door after door.
Now tamed and scared, but once so wild.
She locked herself up somewhere deep inside.
There is no light at the end of her tunnel.
No easy way, no signs, no yellow bricks.
Her life has been nothing but a downward funnel.
He would built her up just to tear her down.
At first, it was wonderful, so pure.
Slowly, she was being controlled, lied to, even abused.
One day, she would get the strength and nerve to leave, she was sure.
She did, but now she don\'t know herself.
