
In a room with four corners
she chose to stay behind borders
In a world full of noise
she remained silent with her voice

Is this how cruel people are
they play with your feelings and come as they are
acting like nothing happened
they're okay and you're left brokenhearted

With the sound of Canon in D replaying
memories flashing
a broken heart unmending
constantly wondering when is the ending
The shadow of her past chasing
the face of tomorrow gleaming
wuth thousands of regrets haunting
forgiveness for own self
—she's longing

She has a mind of a tigress
trapped inside a body of a cat
— has a loud roaring thoughts
but only gives out a tiny meow