Early, during twilight,
When things should have been like before
She watches leaves and the cheshire cat
From green to yellow and back again.
She is hollow underneath
All silver melted away filled wtih turbulence and regret, no longer spoken
She's lost and she's loved and sometimes when the two come together
She can almost hear the whisper of what once was
Her hurt is filled with midnight, and childs cries and tears cried all in vain
Her hurt is unspoken and numb is how she feels
"Is this the way it feels when you know that you
regret every word spoken and every friendship broken..."