Her soul belongs to the city Where kids don’t get oldAnd flowers never die.Where hearts are never sold And women no longer cry.A place that never existed; is where she belongs.Forever lost;The woman who has a colorful mind; for she will always choose to fall in love with whatShe may never find …

Angels keep weeping in her soul;For the way they couldn’t save her from herself nor the devilish things she does unwillingly love…

Angels keep weeping in her soul, for the way they couldn’t save her from herself and those devilish things she does unwillingly love…

She was a good person with a bad mouth,She has spent her life hiding behind the blades she grew on the tip ofHer tongue,Some called her bitch, while others took many steps away from her madness.But rare and few are those who could always find a way to see how genuine her heart is andHow pure her soul is.It only took one look through her eyes to see how such eyes could never lie,Never fake,And never pretend ….

But one day she realized that she’s never meant to be another toy, she is always meant to be the game. Its all players and the one who puts the rules too….

One day She will fly far way With wings so strong to be broken And a spirit too wild to be caged...