she doesn't know why this keeps happening to her... all she knows is it's pulling her limb from limb and she can't take it...
she runs from him, finding no safe place.
no place for her to rest her head... she's lost in this horrible emotional stratusphere
with no one to turn to... (note to self: don't use so many no's)

she turns away from her disaster of a heart... after trying to piece it together for hours, days.
she holds these empty pieces...
she's put them together... used glue.. they don't stick.

if i change myself could i be yours? i'd do anything...