Cold Bathroom Floor

Little Girl don't Cry,

Everything's gonna be fine.

You sit at the corner of the cold bathroom.

You stare at the floor,

Trying to figure out if what you did was right or wrong.

With bleary eyes, you cry out, "Why?"

Little Girl don't Cry,

Everything's gonna be fine.

You listen at the shadows.

You listen to the shouting of those you love most.

Trying to rationalize who was wrong or right.

With hands above your head, you cry out, "Why?"

Little Girl don't Cry,
Everything's gonna be fine.

You cower in the middle of a circle.

You see their rejected stares of the ones you called "Friends".

Trying to figure out what you did wrong or right.

With hands on your face, you cry out, "Why?"

Little Girl don't Cry,

Everything's gonna be fine.

Tell me how can I be fine...

P.S: Written October 2010. One of those rough times when betrayal is very fresh and the wounds are still stinging.