She has a hollow part in her heart
Maybe she’s just not that smart
She doesn’t want to be a bride
Who’s husband died
She wants to go to heaven
After him
She just hopes to find
A man who’s his synonym
She cries all night
In the morning she sparkles bright
She’s a butterfly
Who needs to find its flower
Though, there is that guy
But she’s too shy
She’s afraid of another heartbreak
She doesn’t want to make a mistake
She decides something
Which is a suicide
She misses him so much
With knife was her last touch…
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