Lost as Jean Clarisso

Jean Clarisso, lost soul, lost heart don’t look for answers in a bitter pill.
Jean Clarisso, broken past, though she was Ash but left in the fires of her fury we can only dash the gauge of what was left behind.
Jean Clarisso. Hide not, for the hearts you broke have not forgot.
Jean Clarisso, change your name, change your hair, it does not change the hearts you broke, the lies you stoked, the souls you float.
Jean Clarisso, perhaps apologizes, with those huge eyes, for the things you left behind, and let them lie in the past, where we all might last, just a little bit longer in the imagination of your lies.