A recycled board   I don't want to be ignored   like the rest of them   I'm seventy-four   the years count much more   than that      They said she was just seventeen   They said she had been through everything in this life   Who would be able to tell how she feels   It sounds sad      A young little head   filled with horror threat   I want to see inside   your ruined little pride      You've been reflected to reality   Don't look like seventeen   You sound like a bird in a bloom   frantic sound   You sound all so sad      You've been inside of me   You've been inside of this