I watch her walk home sometimes,
in the dead of day and light of night.

She's always got this look plastered to her face,

Of course she's okay,
Of course she's alright.

Do her black eyes deceive?
Or is that far away stare screaming back at me?

She wears her heart on her sleeve they say,
but I know it's not hers.
She just borrowed it for a while,
So they won't ask questions,
So they won't try to find her.

She passed me by one time and I tried to say "hello".
She just stopped and stared,
not really there.

"Where are you?" she asked me simply.

Then she turned and walked away,
But not forever though,
never forever.