Not quite sure.

I'm sitting around in puddles

Puddles of diamonds on the floor

Clean out your mind, clean out your mind

Throw away the thoughts that crossed my path.

And the sewing needle falls to the floor, to the floor

And lies forgotten for evermore.

 

The lightning strikes outside my mind

It's only thunder on the inside

And I can't think, I can't think

I can't remember why I ever cared.

And the rose continues to lie in the grass, in the grass

It won't be remembered 'till the ground becomes snow

 

So they dance around me as

The song goes on and on

I will leave, I will leave

The pain will drown in the liquid gold that pours from the sky.

The pages from her diary will reappear, reappear

But they'll stay lost until somebody remembers that they were ever there.

Author's Note

Again, I have no idea where this came from. Suggestions for a title? Thanks, y'all:)