Everyone thinks she's hard as stone
but inside she's really sensitive
you must be careful
not to upset her balance of love and pain
her parents fought her mother almost left dead
no one really knows her but herself
she uses her sport to take out her unstained anger
at this world and everyone in it
she always says she doesn't care
but stays silent
and never utters a word
she's haunted
but the blood that was spilled in the past
she's already swimming in it
stained red
no love reaches her where she is
still waiting around for him
who will never come
she just wallows in her self pity
and pretends she doesn't care
her full body mask showing vigor and happiness
and from whoever's lips touch hers,
from their heart will grow a crimson rose
it's petals unfolding into the sweet warming feeling
