As her pieces decorate the ground
Won't anyone help her pick them up again?
Or just let her stare, blind eyes
Out at all she used to be
And when the pieces don't fit any longer
And the reflections in the mirror
Won't even tell her who she is
They just show her what she was
And what she could have been
If only, if only...
1 Comment
Anonymous Guest 28 Jan 2006
congradulations. you draw like haley, except better.