She's in my thoughts. I see her in my dreams. Most days she feels like a vivid memory. Too real to be imagined; her face, her hair, her skin, her smile, her gentle voice, down to her physique. It's the same. What's the difference? She looks just like me. I'm intrigued, so I'm asking Tell me; who is she? Scratch that, it can't be Not is, but was she? Looked right into her eyes This girl, she couldn't see She was blind to your vision Her eyes were empty Cold, soulless, devoid of hope Near insanity Was she? Was she there? Knock knock. Open up. Let me in. Let me see. Were you real? Were you me? I don't think so; everyone else seems to disagree. I've seen pictures; I've heard stories Episodes she starred in, friendships she started Those that she thwarted Her personality; crossed T's and I's dotted Heart and mind completely guarded Or so she thought - thought her plan was flawless Life in her control, everything was spotless No, I said; that was not what happened You got the wrong end of the stick - tragic Contrary to your belief, your life - really manic Keep up this façade, make it seem like you have it All under control, you're strong You can hack it All you need is love, some joy Forget this madness Hold on, see. I know this girl Know her deeply Not know, knew. Like i said - who was she? She's not here now, she fled She's gone; gone eternally Left a trail; Hansel Gretel Her everything; a memory.
