• You speak of a girl who I do not know
    You speak of a girl that you're sure is me
    And I cannot believe you would call me this
    Sweet angel that has entered your life
    For I know that I am certainly no angel
    Or maybe one who has lost her wings
    One that has fallen into your open arms

    You see the part of me I've left years ago
    The part of me which you do not know
    Yet you seem to see as though it is still me
    And you seem so shocked when I tell you
    That I've been through what you're feeling
    As though I should never know this pain
    Yet I know so much more, my dear

    You watch what you say around me
    As if you could corrupt this soul who knows not
    Nor wants to of the heavens above
    And you seem amazed at this innocence
    Which I seem to be incapable of seeing, myself
    Oh, how I wish I was still this girl
    Which you seem to believe I still am

    And with every word you speak of me
    I silently wonder if it is really me you speak of
    For I am not used to this praise in which
    You are so determined to believe I deserve
    For I am more used to the other side
    One that would beat me down with insult
    Rather one that would actually make me feel nice

    Though, I cannot say that I mind this treatment
    Though, I confess, it does confuse me at times
    Your words, so sweet, make me feel like, maybe
    This angel has never lost her wings to the sin
    Which seems so intent to ground and starve me
    Of what it is like to truly fly once again, I never changed
    At least, in your eyes I am still the girl I once was

    And I thank you for reminding me of this girl