Maybe it's too late

How can I cope with the things that I am coming across

How can I remain the girl I used to be 

How can I smile and laugh like I did back then

When I know what they think of me

How do you expect me to live my life 

When I've been a tool for everyone

I could disappear and never reappear 

They would not notice I was gone 

When they need me I exist

When they do, not I am just a shadow in the night

Maybe it's too late to change my life


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