She's+Gone+by+Hall+&+Oates

Broken, shattered. The fate of my old porcelain doll. She was quite innocent, her name was Amy.

Seeing new things, I broke with her. Learning the meaning of something real, he told me. I was going to experience something real.

Safe, innocent, and clear minded I stepped out of my skin and he witnessed all of me in pale beauty. I hope it was the same beauty Amy had.

I wish I could have serenity, like an icicle. Knowing my fate, that I’ll fade from the memory of the force that once held me.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">To wash away, disappear… <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">evaporate into pieces. Perhaps <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">an odd way to die, but silent.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">Not in a violent crash <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">like Amy.