About how I would perceive her
Her house was always clean
Now she just walks quickly
Then I saw her yesterday
Style, down and empty street
I couldn't quite believe her
Things she couldn't share
From her line she said to him
She held onto her memories
She always seem concerned
I left town in a submarine
Her eyes were red her brain was dead
Said that she had died before
She caught a look at me
With the corner of her eye
She always seemed corruptible
She used to walk with confidence
She was talking really loud
She had a fruited seed
Staring at her feet
She still seemed really proud