Hi, look at me. I'm the girl that you made.
You don't remember me but I do. You taught me all that I know now.
You make me feel in that way, desesperated.
Your taste, your magic put me in this situation, I'm lost.
I remember when I see you that day in the library
you seem to me so much interesting, so near, so inocent.
You made me feel so strong, so much happy in that moment, but this
happened just because I really didn't know you, I didn't know your poison.
That strong taste made me feel so naughty and your eyes came to me
and exposed all my shame, all my horribles feelings.
You made me strong, but you consumed my soul.
Now I'm lost in my own desesperation, looking to myself
and yelling you words that were my last piece of me.
I lost you and you took me in that way, so hard, so painful.
Let me find me again.
