I Have Toys In the Attic
[center][center][b]PART 2
The Woman in the attic[/b]
Again they say, “Who is she?”
Of course, they must have already forgotten or never remembered me.
I was the woman they walked by, chose to ignore
And not say “Hello.”
I feel like I’m another horror story that’s getting old and being foretold.
A ghost they overlooked, forgotten and left behind like abandoned TRASH.
Memories come, memories Go.
Alone and unknown
Feeling broken, down and low.
As the days and nights go by so very slow,
The air turns quiet, darker and icy cold.
I’m laying down eating snow.
Feeling wet and rotten like old mold.
My soul begins to grow weary, weak and tired to the bone.[/center][/center]
The Woman in the attic[/b]
Again they say, “Who is she?”
Of course, they must have already forgotten or never remembered me.
I was the woman they walked by, chose to ignore
And not say “Hello.”
I feel like I’m another horror story that’s getting old and being foretold.
A ghost they overlooked, forgotten and left behind like abandoned TRASH.
Memories come, memories Go.
Alone and unknown
Feeling broken, down and low.
As the days and nights go by so very slow,
The air turns quiet, darker and icy cold.
I’m laying down eating snow.
Feeling wet and rotten like old mold.
My soul begins to grow weary, weak and tired to the bone.[/center][/center]
