Oh, all the stories she could tell
if anyone would mind listen.
She came from a place where they speak
without saying a word;
place where they go through the day
without a single move,
where they listen
but no one hears a thing,
where everything is floating in memories
that don’t even exist,
memories of a liar.

She’s from a place where happiness is forbidedn,
cause all their dreams are ment to die,
their hopes are ment to be blank,
their believes are ment to be nothing;
their thoughts are ment to be
as empty as their soul.