Sometimes she cries,
Sometimes she smiles,
Which one is real?
Lost on the path of suicide,
When love's road diverted,
Did she lose her way?
Once, she lived in the moment,
Now stuck in the past's torment,
What happened to her?
Sometimes, she dreams of their hands intertwined,
Other times, of their warm embrace entwined,
Did it become reality?
Words failed to escape her lips,
Instead, tears flowed like ships,
How will it pass?
I don't know.
You don't know.
I'm crying, can you hear?
I'm in that pit,
Remember that cursed one,
The one you spit on when you passed by.
Hold me tight,
Embrace me with all your might,
Take me out,
Never let me go again,
Never forget, not a single day.
In the depths of sorrow, she yearns,
For someone to hear her pain's concerns,
A plea for solace, for a caring touch,
To save her from this darkened clutch.
In the silence, she drowns,
Beneath the weight of her frowns,
Yet hope lingers, a glimmer faint,
A chance to break free from the chains' restraint.
She reaches out, her heart exposed,
Seeking warmth, a love that's composed,
Hoping someone will understand,
And guide her to solid ground, hand in hand.
Through tears and smiles, she's unsure,
Which feelings are real and which are obscure,
Yet deep within, a longing person,
To find her path and let love be her guide.
