For the happiest one by mistake
You'll take me if I sit before
With a smile of joy and fake
Looks the broken girl.

Do not think...I'm not in pain
Situation's old as world
Heart's not empty, it contains
The cemetery of whom I loved

Those who were beside
Like ghosts will appear
They'll look with hollow sight
And leave. I'm not in tears

To them I'm tied no more
And by the irony of fate
To life. Hear, hear me roar!
The person went, the traces left.