It seems to be going well for her,
Just the questions in her head, that don't know where they want to go.
Why should anyone understand,
If they know what to do, right where they are?
Too much, too new, and too annoying,
Too big, too old, and too intense,
So close and so heavy,
So far, so good.
It sticks with her,
And nobody knows.
Will time forgive her,
And can she take it?
It sticks with her,
And nobody knows.
Will time forgive her,
And can she take it?
With the shards in her hand,
She stands still, because she never wanted to take a risk.
With her back firmly against the wall,
Organize everything first, and then take it from there.
Disappointed, confused, and afraid,
Broken, spinning, and wary,
Seen and fulfilled,
Swallowed, scarred.
It sticks with her,
And nobody knows.
Will time forgive her,
And can she take it?
It sticks with her,
And nobody knows.
Will time forgive her,
And can she take it?