You dont how how do i feel,
untill u are in ny shoes.
Dont u think?
ur bullet,
will shot ppl,
ppl will fall down.
Is it hard?
to pretend that ure in my shoes?
Then ull feel,
how much i struggle,
to be so much better.
Yes,
I dont even show u my efforts,
I dont show u the result,
I dont tell u the plan,
But One day,
The princess will show up,
the tiara will never fall again,
the mascara will never be mess again.
Show your respect to other,
The flowers will die,
if the sun never show itself again.
Dont u know?
ur voice is hurting me,
but i keep silent,
ure the reminders,
that always make me feel down.
Ur beauty,
Ur cleverness,
were the cover of your bad.
But someday,
when u always show ur black fence,
the people will turn u into the transparent fence,
till we meet again,
the transparent fence.
