We give our heart, then they take theres away. I dont understand the games that are played. Why do they sit you up on there shelf. Leave you there while they go out by them self. You collect dust, waiting around.. Your heart and soul becomes bound. No longer do words come from your mouth, a doll that has broken, tattered and used. You sit there only to amuse. Abused, confused, and misunderstood, why in the world do you do this to yourself. So beautiful to others, so fragile and free you could be. Yet your falling like a leaf. So many options, yet your eyes stay closed, and that poison jus goes right through your soul. A door has closed, but another always opens... dont be afraid sweet angel, your day will come.. N like all others you will find the one....
