She just wants to be loved, but her rage is a wall.
She works on all day long until the nighttime falls,
With the care of a spider constructing her own jail,
From sunset till the sun turns around with its rays.
How beautiful she is, but how bitter her glance
And how great is the bright residing in her eyes.
She´s so pure and clear minded, but so painfully shy
While watching thru her mirror for her prince to arrive.
How young is her appearance, but how old is her soul
How voluptuous her lips, but how tired her hope.
How infinite her dreams, but how caustic her words
When talking to the man she obsessively adores:
She sees him back and forth parkouring the dance floor
Indifferent to her and dancing Drum & Bass
In a perfect concord with every girl, but her. She blames
The unfair, dammed world, when to her he declares:
"Bash at night is my aim, and hangover´s to know,
How happiness retreats for cowardice in love."
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