In The Kitchen
The sun shines in my eyes as I draw the curtains
I look through the window staring at the tree
The green leaves fall as the wind sings
I dance to the beat of my favorite song
In a trance as I watch the story of my life play in my head
There's a little girl all alone, she reminds me of my past
A dead and broken heart lies beside her
Then oven beeps bringing me back to realize
That little girl is still with me trying to put our pieces together
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