i'm just a girl.

why they all want me when it’s all dark and lonesome?

why they all leave me at the sparkles of the forenoon?

isn’t my aurora enough?

is the spell running out of magic?

i always end up thinking that midnight surpassed the enchantment,

my colour spectrum dazzles,

but no one is enough courageous to stay,

they come easy,

easy they flee,

is there anyone who’s astonished by my glint?

in a lake full of black swans i'm the white one,

crowded room of tricksters that wanna rob my inner and external wealth,

are they coming to attack?

are they seeking for my heart as a trophy?

everyone damaged too much my spotless mind,

now by my eyes everyone are ruthless hunters,

so pardon me for setting on alert,

i'm wounding my beloved-ones for all this constant threaten stage,

i cannot even trust my own reflect,

because what if i turn round and i give it the chance to stab me in the back?

folks only see a pageant smile

and they say "what a marvellous lass!",

but she's just a girl

tangled in the quicksand of her own bedchamber,

mentally begging someone to take right off from her chest

all the atrocious augury and presages of being the unchosen one,

many proofs and requests lie down on the messy desk,

but i'm too affraid of taking the next step,

too shaken to generate improved mistakes,

so i await the day were i can uproot myself

from the bad run,

and watch the bloom begin again.