• I once was a girl who was too weak
    And became so insecure.
    She'd let all sorts walk over her
    Because she was too pure.

    Time flew by and people died;
    She had to grow up fast.
    No one could help the pain within
    To let go of the past.

    Her weakness was a travesty
    Her heart wasn't too strong.
    A lover pushed her to the ground;
    Another path gone wrong.

    Place to place she moved her life
    And nothing seemed to change
    Until she found her muse again.
    This feeling came so strange.

    So now I live this poet's life
    With or without friends
    Because I'll live my life for me.
    The story never ends.