People from my past
Are always coming back
Distant images of what I used to be
Is all they can ever see
I am still a little girl
Who loves to spin and twirl
In their eyes I will never change
In their eyes I will always be the same
A painted picture still in time
Some times I fell like a lonely mime
Alone I am an adult
With them I am only a colt
Never changing I can not move
All I want to do is grove
So now alone I lie
Waiting for someone else to die
