It's not loss of money,
not the fear of it not working out,
It's not the lack of time,
never enough to keep it all in line,
It's the day they wake up
realizing I'm no longer fun
She used to smile, and laugh so free,
She used to be silly, humorous as can be
She was adventurous and curious and kind,
She is a woman I miss all the time.
Somewhere between 19 and 23
She lost her way,
Her replacements just aren't quite the same