I checked the wash this morning One sock had disappeared Why does this seem to happen A dozen times a year But then I looked around me I noticed something strange So many things were missing Why this sudden change I hate when things go missing Why do they disappear? One day it’s right beside you Next day it’s nowhere near And when things go missing Anything or anyone You may never even notice Till the day is nearly done Her favorite sweater’s missing She always left it there Now there’s just an empty space And a missing chair It’s such a random mystery Where did everything go? Why are all HER things missing? Is there something I should know? I hate when things go missing Why do they disappear? One day it’s right beside you Next day it’s nowhere near And when things go missing Anything or anyone You could spend all day looking Questioning everyone My favorite mug The one with the cat Her secret diary Imagine that! If there’s a reason She’d write it down Like when she wrote That I was a clown I hate when things go missing Why did she just disappear? One day she was right beside me and now she’s nowhere near Some things just go missing Anything or anyone Did she simply vanish Or did she decide to run?
