Assume It's Real

Look at that girl
Sitting there,
Curled up, cold
She could be 5
or 9
Or maybe 20 years old

And though she started off young
Right now you could not tell
That what you see before you
Is the remains of living hell

She's got wrinkles on her brain
And her heart, well it is blind
It's just called getting older
Slowly wearing out the mind

You may think now that's been done
A girl left alone
But for her, in this life
The terror's just begun

So look, look once more my friend
At that girl sitting there
See her now through different eyes
And feel your standing on end hair.

-Kara