On a Tuesday afternoon, she's suddenly quiet
Never had an idea if what she feels was right
There's so much things cluttering up her mind
All she wants for herself is to be kind
Her fears eat her up again
She does not know how to mend
Oh darn! She thought
Better have an amnesia to remove such and a lot
She does not know until when
She thought again and again and again
All she wants is to scream at the top of her lungs
She closes her eyes and mind with a bang
She feels exhausted about everything
She cannot do anything
If only she could turn back time
Maybe until now the words could have been rhymed
But even the different words
Like the lyrics, hard to be put in chords
Ah! All she wants is to be quiet
Inside her mind, full of riots
With her favorite pen
This time, she writes again
