Agda

There's a story about a girl
She never talked to anyone
She never cames back, to her home
She wakes up and pray
And her voice cries out to every part in her body
As if all, her dreams, are stolen

And thought, any guilt in her arms
She still sings love songs
And hopes that he will return to save her off the loneliness
That she's living, within on your shell

Now she cries, hidden within on off it's secret weapons
Now she cries, looking for some kind of redemptions attached to your on doubt
What about me?
Now she cries