cold byt steel worm

she was a girl in the street
i never met before
here eyes were blue
her scean was wight
byt in some way she was worm

she was sitting
reading abook
stuck in side her minds
her hair was brown
like the cold grownd
and steel i wasnt cold

just like me she wasnt cold
she was worm in some wey
and just like me she was stuck
not in the world but in her head