Excuses

there's a clumsy little love stumbling around
lost her balance walking on their thin line
fell too far with no one to catch her
so she looks up at the sky
struggling just to get by
wondering how she got these scars

How did she let herself get so broken?
was it the names or the memories unspoken?
How could an angel soul become so alone
with nothing left to calm her fears
that she had to fall into their trap?
excuses, excuses, have been her only friend
hiding away all of the evidence
she's so cold, though the sun is shining
frozen solid, from the inside to the surface
trying to ease the sting of her decisions

now it's dangerously bent and close to breaking
bandages have yet to stop the aching
another collision with her past
makes her question her worth
failing to mask the hurt
remembering why she has these marks

How did she let herself get so broken?
was it the names or the memories unspoken?
How could an angel soul become so alone
with nothing left to calm her fears
that she had to fall into their trap?
excuses, excuses, have been her only friend
hiding away all of the evidence
she's so cold, though the sun is shining
frozen solid, from the inside to the surface
trying to ease the sting of her decisions

still, the most damaged people are still valuable
even  though they have been told otherwise
always, there is hope
although she sees no alternative
she knows, oh, there is more to life than this
more to living than what has been
more than excuses, there is healing
there is love