When night falls, and I do sleep
through these silent tears I weep
I question I come from a broken past
and if I could be a girl that'll last.

Or were my attempts at new perfection,
Lost at a simple mis-conception
I try and plead on bended knee
That you, my friend, would help me please

But dangers stalk the empty streets
And strangers offer lost children treats
I can't expect these broken faces,
To help me win these running races.

Because even though they may confide
Their lack of honesty showed they tried,
To wipe their pain, but all clean,
With their lies this world has seen

So though your treats may taste so good
I'm still not sure if I really should.