You were always the
furthest and coldest.

You were small.
You weren't rich, but
neither were you poor. And
you were one of us, for
a time.

You were always the
furthest and coldest.

You were too often
not around, and when you were
around it too often brought
despair to us.

You were small.

You were always the
furthest and coldest.

You were small.

You fell in love too easily, and
yet you remained
distant and undecipherable,
like a star,
and the only thing you ever did was
hurt yourself.

And others.

You were small.

At least, now you're no longer the
furthest and coldest.

But, you still are
oh so small.