I hear them, whispering outside my door
should we check on here?
No – she needs to deal with this
her own way, you heard her!
Yeah but what if she needs something
she knows were we are.
I heard feet shuffling down the hall
and their door shuts .
How am I to deal with this,
I curl myself into the tightest ball I can and
and try to shut the world out.
As the lyrics of us, lay scattered on the floor.
No one will hear the magic we made ever again.
Kimber Michaela 2012