But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes, I said sometimes, I hear my voice and it's been here...
-silent all these-
Years go by will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand?
Years go by, if I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my head
Years go by, will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left?
One more casualty
You know we're too easy, easy, easy...
~Tori Amos, "Silent All These Years"