She blooms in her darkest way And her spirit was covered with thorns She was once called the slaying queen But ends up to be a mess Carrying those heavy chains of life And can't make her tears to freak but turns it to blood.
She was crying out loud For she was stuck in this forbidden reality she had She fall in the deepest hole she reminisced Her heart was filled with emptiness Longing to be forgotten And now she's half dead.
Her mindset was doleful as it was Believing that she lived in a world of fire, Her wounds was not left behind Thinking that she is already gone But it was not true Because the truth relies that she's half dead.
She's half dead Not because she can't take the light out of the dark She's half dead Not because she grow too far from herself That she became someone she do not recognize, She's half dead Not because her absence affect her And her presence won't matter.
She's half dead Because of the burning soul she had Telling that she had a different narrative. A narrative that was completely strike by pain.
She was trapped in the four corners of this dark cell Believing that herself was too powerless, Over her circumstances; Like she was a passive bystander of her own life She only saw herself as a victim She only take her action out of her control And get trouble of what's happening in her dull world.
She was the spectator of her own anxiety, A wicked witch of her cruel road; Her mind tingled to burst Her heart was shuttered Can't traced to open the door of freedom Her weakness awakened her spirit For the time was alloted to lost herself, She's half dead Because that was she believed...
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