She smells like orange blossoms
Like vanilla baked cake
dancing in a meadow with freshly wet grass
Her mind filled with stories
mystic magic like honey-sweet glass
As a shine of smile runs down her face
As she runs in the meadow of green
As she runs through my mind
Her story runs through hers
her smile runs too fast
As it fades away
Seeing feels so distant
coming home to a new family
living In your childhood house
painting over your door frame
Where your height once was
It's gone
Long lost
The smell of vanilla fades
she smells like failure
relinquishing her rights to care
Making herself nonexistent in every world
The girl I once loved
A shadow of herself
Fading into the damp ground
Coming closer to the breaking point
Grabbing at every last string
Until her mom grabs my hands
Pulling me above the water
Screaming and shaking, to wake up
Baby its mom
Wake up
Get up
