Where is she?
The things I used to want, the things I used to be.
How did I lose you? Where did you go?
Did you fall by the wayside? Did I forget to pick you up?
I've tried so many times, to find you inside a cup.
The bottles piled high, the cans that hide under the couch.
Will I find you again? Like the memory of an old friend.
Will I find myself again?
