Who's the girl

Who's the girl in the white tee?

The one sitting under the tree.

Who's the girl in the white tee?

She looks like waiting for somebody,

She looks so pale and creepy,

with her long black hair, brushed nicely.

I see her big round eyes, staring back at me,

Attracts me, makes me wonder,

disappeared once I reached her.

Who's the girl in the white tee,

is no longer a question.
Now that i've found out, 

she's just a blast from the past.

I know her, I know her so well

Waiting for somebody to take away her misery,

How that I know about her story

She was me.

Was me.

(p/s: this one made in 2008 i think. when i was still in Uni)
Source: my book