She has a February face
Lost in complexion, muscles tense
Accepts the world with dying grace
But got caught up in their mistakes
She bought a journal, nothing rhymed
She bought a basket to pass the time
She was a dreamer, looking for signs
Lost in translation, tried to die
The color faded from her life
Preferred the world in black and white
Preferred the world in black and white
Preferred the world in black and white