Once upon a time
she committed a hideous crime
i think she took away her life
she neither used a gun nor a knife,
she just went passed beyond the limit
yet she could not see nor feel it.
That's why it felt good
even more than it probably should...
She made a choice,
she decided to listen to her inner voice
and it spoke so loud
she could not ignore the sound.
And so it happened,
that endless night...
that endless fight...
she turned on the light and started writing
and she is still writing...
But she felt no fear
she shed no tear
and they went mad
they lost the love they had...
Yet she felt no sorrow,
she feared no tomorrow...
She just heard them fighting
and just went on writing...
