They say she was beautiful
And they regret the past tense
In which they speak
They say she was beautiful
And I try to remember
If it’s the truth
They say she was beautiful
That she was beautiful
Until she was no longer anything at all
And now I am here
And I cannot fill her place
For she walked in the sun
And the light burns my skin
And she danced on the wind
But I cannot fly
And she sang to the stars
But I have no voice
For I am just the broken home
In which she used to live
I am nothing but a shell
Empty
Because she is gone
They say she was beautiful
But now she is dead
And I am all that is left