The Girl from Outside
The Girl from Outside came to play,
her pink pajamas lighted by the remains of the day.
She didn’t call me name, she didn’t move one inch
But I felt her waiting, while the world around her flinched.
The Girl from Outside watched, as the light turned to grey
I struggled to remember all the things I’d wanted to say
to the boy who played out too late, who didn’t know
that his first, his last, his biggest mistake was simply saying hello
or the woman who seemed to want good things
but who drowned under the weight of her own sins
There she stands, staring straight through my soul
Without her guidance I don’t know where I’d go
I don’t think she blames me but it’s hard to tellAnything has to be better than being trapped in this shell.
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