I've been holding my breath for so many years,
Holding my breath and holding my tears,
It's the fear of ,I hold most,
The fear of a life ,that turned me to a ghost.

There's a door inside my mind,
A door you need a map to find,
This door is always under lock and key,
This key has one mold,that mold will die with me.

My heart has felt true love though unrequited,
I thought love was sopost to be undivided,
The feeling of butterfly wings, turned to gut,...