• Who is that girl?
    Standing in the rain,
    Staring at me,
    Her eyes sad,
    Who is she?
    Why is she looking at me?
    Her hair is black,
    Her eyes are green,
    Her skin is pale,
    She looks at me so sadly,
    But who could this girl be?
    Suddenly her eyes turn hard,
    Cold as ice,
    Yet still so warm,
    A chill runns down my spine,
    A thought runs through my mind,
    Is this me?
    It couldn't be,
    But it was,
    And if it was then who WAS I?