She had a stiffness to her, as though a nervous little girl, whirling through the world, a world away, and in a way, she dreamed, dreamed of better things, things that sing in her heart, heart of her being, being of the stars, stars shining unto day, the day she runs away, away from everything she makes, and breaks, into a million pieces, and pieces i can pick up, pick up just enough, enough to give up, give up all to have loved, loved enough to have gave, and i gave it all i got.