A Queen without a crown is
like a girl without a heart.

Do you ever wake up in the morning?
and smell the darkness in your way
Do you ever now tell me my friend?
and the rain showers your path

Can you see it from your side of the wall?
the well of the aftermath
Can you see it from the depths of your mine?
the swell of the mourning glow

Do you ever step on the rotating rock?
and swirl with it's effects
Do you ever now tell me my friend?
and the shadow spins your day

Can you see it from your side of the wall?
the well of the aftermath
Can you see it from the depths of your mine?
the swell of the mourning glow

All know
That the drop merges into the ocean
But
Few know that the ocean merges into the drop

If my walls can talk it would be disgusted of the secrets I keep,
my pillow already drowned by my tears, and my heart exhausted for taking countless of beating.

She was smiling when her parents were fighting.
She was smiling when she met her father's mistress.
She was smiling after getting sexually assaulted.
She was smiling when she was cutting herself.
*She was smiling, oh how she smiled.

Our love was like a party. When it was over, when we were finally sober, we noticed that hollow feeling of just getting carried away. After all the music, dancing and small talks, we were left with the unpleasant reality. We were just in that moment. We were just having fun. Nothing serious; just a drunk stupid reckless decision.