As I see her looking at the mirror
Feeling stupid, thinking for an answer
How her life turns like this
How she miss the bliss
Remembering all those crazy times
When no one care about the petty crimes
When talking were just talking
And she, laughing, as you pushes the swing
Seeing this girl with puffy eyes
Tears stain the face as all hope dies
Clinging for anything that can make her stand
Waiting for someone to reach their hand
Where are you at times like this?
Is she that invisible to miss?
Why can't you see?
Why no one hear the plea?
She opens the window
Feeling the cold breeze; as the air blow
Through that pretty face
As her heart; beat like on a race
Looking at the sky
She will fly
As tears run dry
She will die
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