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
