I lost a red sea shell
on the boardwalk by the Ferris Wheel,
went to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean,

and I didn't come up for six years,

but I've got my mirror,

and I've got my room.

I lost a porcelain doll

in the skeleton of an old barn.
Beneath the ashes of burned daisies,
and fallen shooting stars,


but I've got my mirror,
and I've got my room.


I lost a dandelion
on an overgrown subway,

beneath the city with no people,
three and a half hours away,


but I've got my mirror,
and I've got my room.


I lost a candycane
beneath the waves of cyberspace,
behind the credits at the end

of the saddest anime.