The sky turned black that night and the stars shied behind the moon.
And through the dark I heard a girl from the past sing a beautiful tune.
Through the shadow of the night her face appeared to me
Her shoulders round, a triangle nose, and a skirt covered her knees modestly.
She said her name was Annabelle and her time was fading away
But she was me and I could tell by the innocent look upon her familiar face.
We laughed and cried and yelled and screamed at the things we did that day.
And at the end she said she had to leave because she said all she had to say.
So as we hugged I was taken back to the girl I used to be
And she had the misfortune of seeing the future her, and her, the present me.