Hold Up Your Heart

As she walks she holds out her hands,
A prize that is constantly held for demand.
Her heart is so fragile,
So beaten,
So torn.
Everytime She's lost,
She'll stand forlorn.
She know's what has been,
What is now and to come.
But in those three,
She see's herself run.
She know's it's her fault that she isn't strong.
And She cant let the past go even though it is wrong.
Holding onto what is just a memory,
Something soon to fade into past distancy.
Someone must save her- She cant save herself,
Even though she has tried- it wasn't ever felt.
And as She fades you'll all turn away,
Hoping to steer far away from her pain.
She needs you now,
She needs your help,
Cos she sure as hell cant help herself.