Was it that I used to be…
The girl of my memory?
Who danced and spun around
As the world spun with

Has my spirit lingered too long in long ago
If I died tomorrow would I even know?
Or would I just keep spinning as the world caught up with me
The girl of my memory

Is it that we intertwine?
Me and this memory of mine
So alike in likeness
Yet difference comes with time

Why does the present feel always like the future
Out of reach but right in front of me
If I’m lost from today
Can I find my happiness in yesterday?
Tomorrow is too far away

Sifting through copies of the same photograph
Searching for a negative that doesn’t want to find me
Should I just take a new picture…
And leave the rest behind me?
In my wonderland of memories

Because what is the safety of copies
In comparison from where they came
A new one means no more searching
But would it ever be the same?

The girl who spun and the world spun with
Can merely keep it up today
Climbed trees to sooth her restless spirit
Can only look up at them now forlornly
Missing long ago

What happened to her?
Was she kept too long in wonderland?
Because as she danced a little bit of the world wasted away
She tried to find herself there but
Reality put her back on her leash
And she died that day

Wonderland was her reality
I wouldn’t call it jaded
She didn’t want this lifetime anymore
It’s meaning broken and faded

The girl who danced and spun around
As the world spun with
Lost too long in long ago
Lost in memories

Reality made her meaning meaningless
It can be cruel to some and others clever
Instead of finding who she was in this world
She danced her way to wonderland
And lost herself forever
 
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