She's not the smartest girl in the class,
She's not wise beyond her years,
She's not the quick-witted nine-year-old,
Whose poetry reduced you to tears.
She's just a lost ghost from the Glory Days,
Back when her mind was all clean,
She's the most embarrassing train-wreck,
That we have ever seen.
She's the one who thought too much of herself,
The one who burned out too soon,
She's the one who shot for Venus and Mars,
But never got past the Moon.
Footnotes
If I'm not writing about getting my heart broken by someone else, I'm writing about getting my heart broken by myself.
