Agda

There's a story about a girl

She never talked to anyone

She never cames back, to her home

She wakes up and pray

And her voice cries out to every part in her body

As if all, her dreams, are stolen

And thought, any guilt in her arms

She still sings love songs

And hopes that he will return to save her off the loneliness

That she's living, within on your shell

Now she cries, hidden within on off it's secret weapons

Now she cries, looking for some kind of redemptions attached to your on doubt

What about me?

Now she cries