But who knows where.

She speaks kind of funny a soul laid bare.

She says the words are sad, to the songs she writes.

It's hard to talk politely when she's putting up a fight.

Lost all feeling,

Always left out of the way.

Kindness unrevealing,

In the cruel light of day.

She hides her past in shadow,

Distant and aloof.

She'll be your friend tomorrow,

But she doesn't want the truth.

Climbs on those around her,

Her chance to take it all,

The sycophants surround her,

she'll cause her own downfall.

Lost all feeling,

Always left out of the way.

Kindness unrevealing,

In the hardened light of day.

Held down by her own making,

With chain and ball.

She'll see she was mistaken to lose it all.

She counts the days to summer,

To start again.

She hates to be reminded,

Of the things she said.


Lost all feeling,

Always left out in the cold,

Now she knows that leaving,

Helps to make the young grow old.