any other pales she was the best type of jail the rarest gem to find yet she was the worst of her kind there s nowhere to hide memories are there until you die a clothed youthful dream undressed by fragile broken seams it s a shame that i m alive then she could love me the most unless of course i should die young then surely i d haunt her as a ghost a farce on parade with the look of a liar it s a powerful thing that she preached a promise not made with feet to the fire it s a thing that she held out of reach i m caught up in her mane to quit or carry on is the same a with like a scar remains any other pales she was the best type of jail the rarest gem to find yet she was the worst of her kind it s a shame that i m alive then she could love me the most unless of course i should die young then i d haunt her as a ghost