theres this girl, i grew up with her
pictures of her face scattered around the house
i know my family misses that little girl. They never outright say it, but I know they do.
i guess sometimes I miss her too
or the idea of her at least
she was kind, sweet...nieve.
I wonder what she'd think of me
the me now
after she left I changed
but I'm happier now
I just hope she's happy for me to














