I found a faded photograph of you, Clearing out this crowded room. See me so proud, dressed up to the nines, sipping dandelion wine. Did it seem the sun would never set... We d stay young, forever blessed in our Sunday Best. But I m Wednesday s child and I am cursed to stay locked inside your purse. It s night and I ll come to you once more, I ll forget to use the door...Did I startle you? Oh no... Not me. For you see through me... It hurts. 编辑于2009/04/01更新