This secret that she hides is waiting death
This secret is about control and pride
Its danger is awaiting her last breath
It constantly follows her, seizing her aside
Thou’s past still haunts the mind with sad mem’ries
Always insecure, yearning happiness
This secret plagues her thoughts and guarantees
A life full of counting, watching endless
But still with knowledge of these dangers
She continues her secret more and more
She starts to fade until just bone lingers
Looking at her own body falling to the floor
Her image of perfection was corrupt
And now so pure, so young, her death abrupt