If you squint your eyes just enough
you should be able to see
A younger girl on this bench
Sitting right next to me

Don't point out her dress
With all the rips and dirt
Because even though she isn't real
Being nice doesn't hurt

When I first saw her
I was flooded with fear
But now I don't really mind
I'd really rather her be here

Even though she's dead
Just a ghost of the past
She is a friend
One that's made to last

So on this park bench
When you see her gray blur
Don't you dare laugh
I truly need her