Mime's Narrative

The girl lived life with holes left inside as she cried Out her eyes cause all the skies could only cover but never fill Those holes that were drilled by a past she could not kill She left her place in such a terrifying rush and after three long years Found nothing fit well enough in those holes she hid from the world and all of its cruelties And I wish I could be everything she needs. Those holes they all whistle when she walks and she's feeling insecure thinking they might talk louder than her mouth can utter those two words "I'm fine". I know I'm a mouthless mime, please give me some time I will break out of this box of mine and we'll dance to the tune that you whistle when the wind blows And I will help you believe what you mean to me Mean to me Mean to me Mean to me Mean to me