:. The blues you used to be .:

Little Miss Fire

would you say

there was a lover you had to pay?

Little Miss Sunshine

would you stay

back in the ashes, back in the clay?

Little Miss Fire

would you lay

on last September, within a neigh?

Little Miss Sunshine

would you flay

every rhyme turned on grey?

And I don’t know

when I crossed the line

thru my head and mind, side to side.

And I don’t know

if you’d ever been mine

when every thought I had claimed to be thine.

But pain has never remained.

And it’s hard for me 

to believe

I don’t miss what you used to be. 

And it’s hard for me

to believe

I don’t miss what you used to be.