The ripples from the past are closer
surrounding me I have no where to run
I am but a fading echoing ghost of her
the vibrant girl that was a scalding sun
Now this fading version with nothing to say
hides up in her concrete tower of memories
popping pills to dream herself away
hiding from everyone else's needs
Wishing reality to be just a nightmare
waking up back where she was before
hoping for her entire life to be just a scare
longing to open an imaginery door
and find herself on the other side
where all is perfect and normal and pure
where no one has to pretend or hide
where the once fading ghost returns to her
and she can hold her head up with pride
and be whole again...