Jane Doe

She falls, the look of disillusion
 Fresh upon her quickly fading eyes
 Across the room the guilty party turns and leaves their story
 Woven on the coattails of a ghost
 We wonder (We wonder)
 We question (We question)
 Why are you gone? (Why are you gone?)
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 The stains are steamed
 The walls receive a perfect coat of white
 To cover up the homicide
 The family grieves
 The memories remain
 The years washing away
 We question the outcome, the fairness
 We wonder what will happen to us
 We struggle to let go in anger
 We ask aloud
 Why are you
 Woven on the coattails of a ghost
 Woven on the coattails of a ghost
 Woven on the coattails of a ghost
 Woven on the coattails of a ghost
 Woven on the coattails