The tender feelings of a hopeless young girl lies in her dreams and hopes.
The one who passed through the deathful slopes.
While I look in those inosent light blue eyes,
I wonder about the tears and truth behind her cries.
She is the one who she blames,
but don't know she has the one dazziling flame.
The one behind her smile,
and the one girl who she became.
One morning she was kissed by the sun.
As she lies in her bed and explored her past before she was done.
Her death was still the begining of the morning and night which is somewhere that is filled with delight.
She'll never go away.
She'll always be there day after day.
Her life was never rushed.
So many people who's heart's been crushed.
I couldn't believe the tears of other cries until my tears were suddenly smeard.
And believed everyone who actually feard.