Where the hell are you?

I've been waiting for what seems like my whole life

I can't get it out of my head

I thought by now I'd be someone's wife.

 

Nothing turned out how I thought it would

Is it for the best, for the greater good?

 

Why is the heart such a fragile thing?

With every rejection I feel the sting.

 

I look in the mirror but it ain't me looking back

Magic and spirit I'm starting to lack.

 

The pieces of my heart are all over the floor

People walk through the glass and simply ignore.

 

Will I ever get back to me?

Or is there some new version that we foresee?

 

All the things I've learnt so far, have desperately tried to harden this heart

But of bitterness and distain I cannot be a part.

 

I forever believe this world is a beautiful place

and someday soon with your love I'll be graced.