Your revenge is like a mirror. You tear your own heart and assassinate yourself. The shadow rusts and is innocent and happy.
Complaining is your curse. Dirty words are your defilement of yourself.
Broken Broken things ca n’t be restored, even if repaired, they are only fragmented
Broken and frightened underneath the mask as if going through thousands of years
At this moment you see the mottled blood
And the familiar arm heart
You are a broken girl, even though you still have love in your heart