when her night that used to be so great suddenly falls into silent.the loudest silent that last.
to be remembered. to be such a memoar.
to be here. alone.
should i take a few step and just turn away?
i'm not a good player. i don't think that it's such an easy game.
i'm not that strong to be noted.
that's what she tought.

faking some smile, chin up, and be a little lady.
broken inside.
missing the place she used to hang on.
but life's changed.
so does hers.
and there's no time for being truly me.
that's what she felt.

to get lost in the place.
to keep the story inside.
and just written down in a canvas.
talking with the sky.
hoping in the rain.
missing the book she used to write.
and no regard to lay some head down.
that's why she cried inside.

but enough said.
real life can't wait.
so just put her make up on. the curtain is already open.