draft for the untitled song

I'm in deep trouble for thinking of this...

She realized it's time to brace herself for the fall
Though in denial for the final last stupid call
Sat alone, thinking 'bout the change that occur
Too strong to cry but too weak to get over

Organized her life, unprepared for all the bumps
A broken smile plastered on her face, she becomes
the last one standing on the sidewalk
Can't help but wish she has someone to talk

Chorus:
Complicated it seems, such a life it has been
What's left is to pray and shrug it all away

Mistakes were made for those he won't pay
Ignore is the step he took to run away
Fun and games are all he can think
Little did he knows, he's guilty within

All it took is a messed up prank by messed up friends
A heart is opened for the first time that night
A feeling that he was long trying to fight
And finally it had come to his sight

Complicated it seems, such a life it has been
What's left is to say, "Sorry and please forgive me."

It's a story of a flower of age
Two eyes find each other a clue
Turns red that formed huge rage
To blue that shined hope, it's true

Complicated it seems such a life it has been
What's left is to make amend and swear to not break

Why all of my songs are so angst-y need more cheesiness