She was destined to walk in the savage garden
Alone, tortured, unhappy and indifferent
In melancholy, she tried to live in vain
able to forget the painful resilient.

She runs away from the wreckage
Just to let her crumbled soul be salvage
She screamed day and night just to be save
From nightmares which she was a slave.

She search for somebody to be with her
someone to help her cast her fear
She doesn’t need any care
Nor love that flare.

Solitude is what she dream
True love to nourish her longing
Being free is what she always wanting
Free from those eyes that condemn.

Silence and loneliness creates a void
Her vivid imagination turned turbid
Crawling for hope as her heart bled
just to find the reasons to live.

Now she walks through life less ordinary lies
She wears a smile no other than a disguise
Trying good memories to splice
And let those bad memories be her spice.