Missing, Missing, More below. I got the amber alert years ago. It was a girl. A girl that isn't me, well not today I must say. She was short and fair. Skinny and nice. Kind and soft. Now she's six feet below. She was a happy girl, She was me. But the amber alert still is there. I can't seem to clear the notification. She's just a missing girl, A missing girl that once was me. Now she's flesh and bones, No meat to be found on her. She's so frail and pale, You hear the grave calling her. She's sick and scared. All she wants is to find the missing girl for she is the real me.