She knew what she was in for
She listened hard
Forgot what she was listening for
Dried in the sun
Covered in pain
Lie on her back
And wait for the rain
Paranoid
Hearing voices
Trying to find
Her own
Wasn't she
The perfect little girl?
I wonder what happened to her?
She found herself
Picking flowers
Saving the pretty red ones
She cries a lot
In her sleep
She saves it all
For them
Tied up in a dream
She can't wake out of
She finds out
She can't get enough
Long enough in the rain
She wrinkles up
Never pleased her
But she never gave up
Wasn't she
The perfect little girl?
I wonder what happened to her?
