The Back Stairs

I'll cease to exist as quickly as I became
In a moment; created
In the same; undone.
I can't be a brand new girl

Where did I come from
Olivier, do you know?
Where do I grow from
Olivier, will you tell?

I'm trying to be a real girl

I speak but not with my mouth
Olivier, will they believe me?
I never pretended to have wings
Filling your lungs is the easy part

Night comes quickly in recent days
Olivier, letting go of the rope
Is the test.

Giving in, falling back
My head; making contact with hard wood
Is this the end Olivier?