She could have rode her black horse if she wanted
but she just lose direction..
she lose direction..
'If she bears a scar, which she must
then..
where is she? (my soul
where is she?)
She 'smiles tiredly. Her hair disheveled, and her socks don't match. they have wrapped her forehead with bandages, and a colourless fluid drips..'
..drips
drips
drips.
And so now does she finally fall,
asleep.
Asleep. Asleep.
I know what women are like
and I know what they are capable of,
because I am one.
She could have rode her black horse if she want
but she just lose direction.
(She just lose direction.)
