The girl who sits all alone, everyone knows her
But at the same time they don't, of what is or were
The past is dead, her word, silent, voicing the cure

Message within message, the answer within lines

Will you, the seeker take the time to figure out
Why she is silent, yet she still cries, what is about
The pain that swallows her can a love amount

Can you feel the pain as words slowly inclines?

An unmistakeable love that pushed her in the corner
Seeing what games can push her to the border
When games are gone, will he not forlorn her?

Something she holds dear, but cannot touch, black tines

Seeing she cant, feeling if not, down by the chain
Chaining her down by confusion spilling tears of pain
Thought to be an empty case as love will drain

But messing with Cupid's game, even more combines

Bruises of hate seething her body appears in mind
But getting up he never thought he would be behind
Breaking chains, getting up, she sees all and no longer blind