Inside of
This little girls hub
I keep all of memories
From the lies, pain and loves.
I've met bear's lions and cub's.
Some turned out to be masked wolves.
They bite and they rip with their ferocious of teeth
They swallow their own spit, as for others they can't believe.
But yes I see
Yes I see
Straight through their actor costume.
It's just me
Not enough time for them,
For them
I make no
Room.