i see the girl i had once known
the beautiful face i had once shown
as my fingers touch hers
a little fog appears
covering all the wrinkles time has smeared

my breath fogs the glass
as i kiss the frame
holding a pretty face
a pretty lace
dress
i had once loved
hiding the shame
i knew too well
consuming that girl
hiding her beneath her shell

the picture frame
hides the girl i had once known
the girl inside
i had once shown
how beautiful life could be
only if she hadnt ripped at her seams

for now i put the picture back in the drawer
and searched for something that would reassure
that im still the same beautiful girl

but i couldnt find a thing
to prove i was right
except that i was deeply burrrowed behind the light
the drawer shone nothing to blame anyone but i
for i was the only reason
for being blind to the light
and i was to blame for becoming only a silent whisper hidden in the night