• Happy to sad,
    Angry to happy.

    I want to keep you.

    I see and feel dark.
    Who is that little girl?

    [Black;White]

    She's right over there,
    standing on that hill,
    right over there.

    [She's sad and strong
    but weak.]

    She can't control her feelings.

    Who is she?
    I envy her.

    Long black hair.

    Dark, blue, deep eyes.

    [Swaying back and forth,
    real slow.]

    A tear runs down her face.

    Long black finger nails.

    Her skin is smooth and gray.

    Small heel, black shoes.
    Her black dress is flawless.

    But who is this girl?

    She doesn't want to smile,
    or she would break into a thousand
    pieces.

    Her black, short bang covers her
    right eye.

    She stares blankly into the dark.

    She's like a dream.

    Who is she?!?!