I miss the girl.
I miss the girl.
The one who’s dead.
During the time of my youth.
She is dead, darling.
She is dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
My life has started all over again.
I can’t even remember when it ended.
But I miss the girl who’s dead.
In the time of my youth.
Like roses.
Like dreams. On Vanilla Sky.
Like a little bird who can no longer fly.
From Y. V., to my Dead Girl.
