Janet Lee Myatt: Music

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She's a blue, blue girl
All alone in this crazy world
She's a sad, sad song
She doesn't know where she belongs
She looks at me like I am missing the truth
When I say to her it's all up to you
The things that you need are inside of you
Hoping for truth
Hoping for truth

She's a blue, blue girl
When she looks inside
She sees only a blur
A true heartache
Perfect to look at but hard as a rake
She's got dust on her fingers
And dust in her eyes
The depth of her sorrow is hard to describe
It haunts me and pulls at me
Deep in the night
I don't know why
I don't know why

She says she's nothing but a ghost
That's the thing that hurts me most
Thinking your dead and yet you live
Don't leave you much to give
Don't leave you much to give

She's a blue, blue girl
Waiting to find her secret pearl
She's a bittersweet child
A little too tame a little too wild
She never cries, and she never smiles
She lives her life like a bird on a wire
Never looks down she only looks higher
Hoping to fly
Hoping to fly