its her not you.

I wouldnt recognize that girl if she was standing right in front of me,

I wouldnt care to try and remember her.

She looks small and strong.

She looks naive and deceptive.

She looks much to complicated to even try and understand.

I dont have the time or the will.

She is different now. She doesnt look straight into your eyes anymore. If you gave it to her, she would accept it. Its her not you.

Let me try to explain, a long time ago she was broken. She was ripped inside out and put back together again. She crawled into a dark corner licked her bloody bitter wounds. Her eyes that were once bright now just burned. She mended herself back together and a botched job she did. She couldnt stand straight. Her steps were painful and slow. Her breathing was rough. Her heart and hands were shakey. She is the cripple down the street trying to make it to the corner before she losses herslelf on the way there. so really its her not you.