by Kirstie Haruta

Created on: July 28, 2007

The sun shines through her tinted glasses
She's unaware of who she passes
She's going home
She walks alone

She's keeping up a steady pace
Her mind is in another place
She'd turn around
But she knows she can't

Her world is like a photograph
She's trapped within the frame
If she escaped would they all stay the same?

It's autumn in her eyes
In the midst of this December
She thinks back to a time

But she really can't remember
Before the mess and headaches
Before the shells that she breaks
On her way to face the world each day

Now home is not too far away
And once she's there, she'll suffocate
She cannot breathe
She cannot sleep

He alone keeps her alive
But she's cut off and she's deprived
She misses him
More than she can stand

Her world is like a photograph
She's trapped within the frame
Would it make a difference if she just walked away?

It's autumn in her eyes
In the midst of this December
She thinks back to a time
But she really can't remember
Before the mess and headaches
Before the shells that she breaks
On her way to face the world each day

Time moves to her disadvantage
Everyday she tries to manage
She gets by
And yet she cries

The words are there but her hopes still fall
That is until she gets his call
Her doubts are gone
She writes this song

It's autumn in her eyes
In the midst of this December
She thinks back to a time
But she really can't remember
Before the mess and headaches
Before the shells that she breaks
On her way to face the world each day

It's winter to the world
And she's just left September
Where did November go?
He's helping her remember
Before the mess and heartache
She's forgetting all her mistakes
Now it's not as hard to face the world each day

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