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eighteen...

Eighteen and the dreams she had just a year ago slipped into her memory
Never cared for much except for living to see the next day
Every plan she'd made, every promise she'd break stared her in the face at night before she went to bed
And all she wanted was what wasn't supposed to be

In this life she's trying to hold on
Lived to fast and loved for too long
In this life she's trying to hold on
She's falling farther everyday

And all her friends said she'd be okay for just a little bit longer,
But they didn't know that it was eating her alive inside
If she stared to long, the end would greet her just a little bit too soon
And all the ways she was just wasn't supposed to be

In this life she's trying to hold on
Lived to fast and loved for too long
In this life she's trying to hold on
She's falling farther everyday

I walked in her room, not knowing what I'd find
And I saw her lying there
(I'm sorry)
A few pills in her mouth, a bottle in her hand
And wide open eyes that can't see...
(I'm sorry)
A lot of things must have been going on
And I wish that I had known
(I'm sorry)
There's so many questions that I just can't ask
But I only want to know why

Why did she?
Why did she?
Why did she?
Why did she?
Why did she go?

In this life she's trying to hold on
Lived to fast and loved for too long
In this life she's trying to hold on
She's falling farther everyday

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