Had a friend who broke her neck
Used to be a great dancer
Knew a girl who knew someone
Spoke in detail of the circles she flew around the sun
Now I never saw through this lie
Now I never saw the bruise on her eyes
You know, history does repeat endlessly,
it's just that we imagine that we are someone else
with multiplied strengths
and strides of great lengths,
and hearts are smarter than before.