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


"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