My chest feels compressed
as my mind wonders back.
There was a time things were hard
a time I felt depressed.

Sometimes I would run away
to the park in freedom street.
As a little girl
some days felt grey.

Never used to give a ****
as time moved on.
Always acting out
as my yought began.

the plate fell on the ground
and I'm covered in sweat.
In the archives of my mind
theres secrets to be found.

You were asking me to lead
Someone at my level I match wits
And I doubt — it was peculiar
That yought suitor eminently decodes a liar
’Cause there is no amount of time to tell
What makes it desperately disparate?
***** hush-hush, lad has no regret
Such insult to the phantom you won’t get.

Just to feel the freedom — I must exist
When everyone's deeply in love
While I’m deeply indifferent
Perhaps, I abated my level
Through the braids of disenchantment
To the slave of obscurity
Finally... the lingering sparks flew away
And now you are asking me to leave.