Текст песни
She was like pure air
And once she cut her hair
To be like Jim Morrison
The curly ways she walked
The doors were never locked
It felt so promising
Back then the world was bright like new
Created for the chosen few
And there she was, a grain of sand
The miracles that never end
An épée in her hand
She boldly took a stand
All concentration
Old fashioned as she was
She couldn’t bare loss
Let down the expectations
But way too early she found out
What mother’s books were all about
What father meant when he set still
Go on and try that bitter pill
She kept her secrets to herself
Between the poems on the shelf
She found her safety in the lines
The beauty in the broken rhymes
She’s easy to be with
A blessing or abyss
They dive in carelessly
Hugging her emptiness
They never heard her “yes”
They saw the mirror that reflects their complexes
