There once was a place. It had shadows of people...

Whispers and crinkles of the face.
Have never been so out of place...

The pages fill with small writing,
And the edges are a bit torn, from time...

A shattered girl leaves a line of blood behind.
Raised by you but not loved...

Her legs staggered forward,
My heart beating at faster rates...

In the hall way, there is a ghost.
Silent at night & more at day...

She is just a unseen person.
Such a distant and dark girl...

I look in the mirror,
I see a girl who is not known...

I stare at the mirror,
Falling to dust, I wish I were...

My mind, it plays tricks.
A bit of light, a shadow...

I weep,
Days of pain, mouthfuls of blood...

Won't you play the song,
Of those good old days...