For the longest time I have not listened to music
the same way I do now.
Eyes fixed to the wall, I'm not sure who she is anymore
Because
what she does is no longer who she is.
But in that moment I felt her
I remember how to feel
what She used to love
To drown the lyric and touch music,
Think the way she imagined
Craft what she created
For her there were high highs
Higher, and suddenly she falls