I stare out the glass window,
waiting for the memories to pass...

I'm tired of fighting against you
All my efforts are going to waste...

The feeling of your manipulation
Is keen enough to make me recoil...

I'm the one, who is again abandoned, verging on...
Wishing things went untold and without a say...

Her gentle movements,
Soft glides...

10, 9, 8
The crowd screamed...

The infirmity of the future
Flows through her veins...