Where Is She

There used to be times when she was alive
There used to be flowers sprouting around her neck
Laughter was as easy
As breathing in and out
Her statements were proud
And her nights were loud and wild, and she liked
Talking about how the world should go round and round
Where is she now
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She calls she’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She calls she’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She’s a ghost
She’s a ghost
What she could rely on the most
Is almost gone, she lost
And moves as a wounded bird
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She calls she’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She calls she’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She calls she’s a ghost
She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd
She’s a ghost
As time goes by we may get closer
But she remains a ghost
We back, we hide and we grow older
But she’s a ghost