Caught up in the world,
Not knowing what was her own.
Until it disappeared off to it\'s own,
Is the day it all became naked,
Aching from the world,
Ill from the pain,
Inflamed at the heart,
Decisions dimming her light.
With nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
Time is of a minute,
That I must suffer, if I lose it.
Not thinking of the consequences\"
Running without practicing,
She step out, blind folded, onto the street,
Slowly, but surely, she and everything else came down.
How could this happen?
\"This isn\'t what I planned\"
Life\'s what you make it,
Fall, but get back up.