Whats Left

~ Whats Left ~

Sorrow becomes her soul mate

As she stands to hold herself strong

Smile and swallow the hurt

But then for how long?

Tempted each night

To make a stand

Opening their eyes to the world

Proving to herself that she can

No one would listen

For no one else cared

There minds are all somewhere else

And it’s to late to be repaired

Broken down to pieces

Then stepped on as well

Been swept under the rug

And so no one could tell