There was a girl

Whose head was always in a swirl

Her thoughts never the same

She’s crazy, people would claim

She loved music

Acted like it would take away the bruises

But when the music stopped

Her thoughts again began to flock

And she cried out for someone to help

And no one answered, welp

There was a girl

Who hopped on a plane

Or took a train

To escape her own head

Some call her the living dead