There's a poem that she wrote 

And hid under the mattress, 

And if you find it please leave it alone. 

With a picture she took of a girl on the subway, 

With orange barrettes 

And the saddest face she's ever known. 

As Rachael starts to wonder 

Was it hers to begin with, 

Or was the memory from someone else's sleep. 

Cause there's a hole in her heart 

That still harbors a question, 

Whose answer just might break it 

So she's hanging on. 

At least it's hers to keep. 

So I asked her:



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"What if this does not belong to you, 

And all the things you thought were true 

Turned out to just be someone else's lies"

Baby this does not belong to you, 

This does not belong to you. 

This does not belong to you.



There's a fleck in her eye that no one ever noticed, 

A pretty birthmark for suck a beautiful face. 

All the men from her past 

Seem to have left her abandoned, 

I guess there's some things 

That you can never erase. 

I've seen her play with her hair 

In a moment of tension, 

I've seen her with her guard down ready to cry. 

Cause there's a hole in her heart 

That still harbors the question, 

Whose answer just might break it, 

Still she's hanging on,

Cause no one wants to die. 

Then she asked me: 



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"What if this does not belong to you, 

And all the things you thought were true 

Turned out to just be someone else's lies"

Cause baby this does not belong to you, 

This does not belong to you. 

This does not belong to you.