Out of Mind by Queensyche
Buffy The Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whealon
WB and whoever else. I own nothing sorry to say.
Little girl sits in the corner
Locked in a stare
Arms waving madly at something
That sadly wasn't there
Dressed in the days best by a nurse that is nowhere to be found
What does she see maybe she's looking at me
She was sitting in a white room wondering what was real
She remembered a dark haired boy and a red haired girl
Old man strapped to a chair beard like a gown
Shouting and cursing and someone that clearly
Isn't around
Father time has clearly twisted him mind
The staff says he's not well
To whom does he speak?
Maybe he's speaking to me
Men with British accents that meant everything
To her.
So we keep these people inside this walls
From society
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd
They can't leaveA silver cross in her face and dark hair and eyes
Staring back at her
You have left him here for me
So we keep these people inside these walls
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd
They can't leaveFlashes of green and long brown robes
Though the doors come people like me
Goodbye to them
Falling, falling so far and low
They see a picture that few of us see
They can't leave
You've left them here for me
Something wet and bitter in her mouth
A voice telling her it was ok to come back to them.