Is it the kind of story you want to hear
A tale of a sad, sad soul
A bit lost in the ages
A bit trapped in the past
Holding hopes on dreams that won't last
Is it something we don't see
Red throw pillow
Forgotten on the floor
It used to be her favorite
Along with the dolphin windchime
Shattered on the windowsill
A tale of a sad, sad soul
Lost in the ages
Trapped in the past
The same song on repeat
Bleeding into the stale air
Candles burning out
Hot wax crying to the floor
Down an oak table leg
So much like molasses
Just another story
Isn't it what you wanted to hear