a girl

She’s got make-up on her cup and her hair is slightly mussed
she’s not the girl that she always wanted to be
with the tired in her eyes, it comes as a surprise
when her life has passed her by

and she she wonders why?
why she cant deny
that her time just never came
and she wonders why
why it’s you and I
who changed and left her the same
it’s not who she wants to be
just who she is

there’s a feeling in her chest that she’s leagues behind the rest
though no one seems to care
and everybody knows, she gone as far as she can go
there’s nothing left for her here

But she shakes it off
in hopes that
one day her time will come
and she shakes it off
in hopes that
she’ll live before life’s done
and she’ll be who she wants be
not who she is