TigerLily
August 6th, 2009, 08:37 PM
Once upon a suburbia there's this little girl,
She’s small and easy to lose in this big wide world,
One out of millions, but with her own little surprise,
But you wouldn’t care to take the time to realize.
Maybe you’ve seen her, or maybe you’ve not,
Maybe you remember something, but conveniently forgot,
Maybe you caught a rare glimpse of those untrusting eyes,
But didn’t take a second took - time presses on, must fly.
Only time lasts forever and a day, just when you want it to,
Never running out for comfortable truths and idyllic suburban views,
But there are some things that don’t fit into your pretty picture frame,
Don’t worry though; they don’t exist as long as you don’t give them a name.
So if you see her, beware, she has this haunted quality about her,
The sharp glass in her stare that lingers longer than you would prefer,
You might only see past it for a second, but a second’s all it takes,
For this invading reality to make your handcrafted utopia look fake.
(And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?
If you can be blind, why bother to see?)
Please keep on walking by, there is nothing to see here,
Of course she will be ok, never mind, never fear,
Just pass down the parcel, hand her down the line,
Let somebody else not give a damn this time.
(Didn’t take much convincing now, did you?
Good good, hurry along; people to see, things to do.)
She really is a nuisance, that little child freak,
Tresspassing into your thoughts, oh God, what cheek!
But don’t give it a second thought, now she’s walking home now for the night,
She’ll play a special kind of rope swing, and won’t bother you again, all right.
She’s small and easy to lose in this big wide world,
One out of millions, but with her own little surprise,
But you wouldn’t care to take the time to realize.
Maybe you’ve seen her, or maybe you’ve not,
Maybe you remember something, but conveniently forgot,
Maybe you caught a rare glimpse of those untrusting eyes,
But didn’t take a second took - time presses on, must fly.
Only time lasts forever and a day, just when you want it to,
Never running out for comfortable truths and idyllic suburban views,
But there are some things that don’t fit into your pretty picture frame,
Don’t worry though; they don’t exist as long as you don’t give them a name.
So if you see her, beware, she has this haunted quality about her,
The sharp glass in her stare that lingers longer than you would prefer,
You might only see past it for a second, but a second’s all it takes,
For this invading reality to make your handcrafted utopia look fake.
(And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?
If you can be blind, why bother to see?)
Please keep on walking by, there is nothing to see here,
Of course she will be ok, never mind, never fear,
Just pass down the parcel, hand her down the line,
Let somebody else not give a damn this time.
(Didn’t take much convincing now, did you?
Good good, hurry along; people to see, things to do.)
She really is a nuisance, that little child freak,
Tresspassing into your thoughts, oh God, what cheek!
But don’t give it a second thought, now she’s walking home now for the night,
She’ll play a special kind of rope swing, and won’t bother you again, all right.