You Poor Autistic child
with your hair, oh so wild...

I know the misty meadows where you're going
And at this time you will me coming...

I saw Pinocchio and he couldn't speak,
His face was tired and meek...

My name is Anasthasia, yet you call me Alice
And push me down the rabbit hole with quiet...

The Nightingale was born one August evening
And on the 11th day of every month it rose...

When I kiss you, you take away each day's ever...
I'm forever present, never thinking of tomorrow...

Hours feel like days without you,
And I sit around impatiently...

Oh, my inescapable fate, mi amor
My love that wont run away anymore...

I feel the way I would've
Anyways...

Theres no traces of your love for me
Anywhere i could look to find...

I think this time its forever
When April finally looks like Spring...

You left me for pictures in a box,
Now i feel the double cross...