GIRL ON THE TRAIN
I’m missing the girl on the train,
The girl whose youth was within,
But the girl who was never always the same.
Because she always changed for those she loved, and those she wanted to love.
And they all thought it was some big joke.
And now she has to be stronger in a world she is still a part of.
Is there more to life after eighteen stories high?
I only love the little useless things.