~I am She
She is dreaming. She is cold.
Her heart is that for no one to hold.
She doesn't want love. She doesn't want marriage.
Maybe she wants to stop her lifelong heritage.
Maybe she does not want you to come back.
Maybe that's true. Possibly, it's not.
And the more love she gave, the more she got.
The more love she wanted, the more love she invested,
She found you, in which her love, you tested.
A good friend told me,
The careless,
Once cared too much.
Maybe that's her. Careless because of caring.
The heartless,
Had their heart destroyed.
The painless,
Went numb.
The blind,
Once saw too much good.
She,
You left her. She cried.
Where did her heart go?
Where does it hide?
Oh, silly me,
It recently died.
She does not want love,
You spent,
Good words,
On her heart.
Then you,
Yourself,
Depart.
If love makes a heart grow,
Hate makes it slow,
So always remember,
Before you leave, let your lover know,
That it is time for you to go.
'Cause I don't want love or marriage.
I want adventure.
I want the run.
I want to dance,
Along.
I want to kiss,
My heart goodbye.
And I want you to know why,
The heartless,
Once had their heart destroyed.
And the lovers,
Still don't know.
When it is time,
For me to go.
As I said before,
I am dying,
But hey, what's good is,
I'm not trying,
To find love.
Before flying.~