No one really knows how she
falls in love,
No one even really understands her anyway,
whether she gets broke,
or hydrated with innate emotions of bliss.
And she don't understand people as well,
she didn't get them at all.
She'd no idea how she could cut the strings between the gaps of secrecy.
She cannot cross bridges,
and she ain't telling nobody,
selfish as it may seem
but she keeps everything to herself,
alone she may be,
but she didn't get lonely.
Even in writings she fails to connect
with what was already happening,
and she was very different,
no one knows what she really loves,
who she really are,
how she really acts,
what she really thinks,
even she, herself, was oblivious.
