Destitute

Am I a stupid girl for even dreaming that I could?

"Unless someone like you...cares a whole awful lot...nothing is going to get better...it's not."

It's not an easy feat, you know. Walking through an empty street all alone at dark. My feet are bare, dirty. My clothes are torn. My confidence is shattered. And my hope is and always was nonexistent. 
"They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate, It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go."