Memories of the past,
linger on inside my head...

Rolling around inside, not knowing what to do,
Waiting for support, too young to have a clue...

So many times the rain has fallen,
and I always thought it ruined my day...

I'd give anything to be little again, and sit on...
Listening to his tall tale stories and feeling...

I'm not a little girl anymore, but I can still...
I can still play dress up, and I can still act...

I look out my bedroom window, and gaze up at the...
I listen to the crickets chirping, and the passing...

I see you walking past me, with a look of hate in...
I think of all the memories, I think of all the...

I hate knowing...that you can still survive...
I hate seeing...you walking around without me...

Sometimes it seems as if,
you really just dont care...

Just wondering where you are,
Just wondering what you'd say...

I really didn't know you all that well
but we were always friends...

I don't have a story like Sleeping Beauty
or even like Cinderella...