She thought, she could flee from the sadness even just for an hour, however, she's just hoping too much,
It seems that was a blink of a pretty-smile that turned out to a bitter-throb.
Then she realised: sometimes expecting someone's words was seemed drowning yourself of believing the words of truth and a half of lies;
It was seems lighting a candle without a pledge of strong cover against the wind;
The fire will succumb and the words you had left-spoken,
Was just a false-chance to whom who believed with all their heart:
Shame on your sweet-weak words! shame on your recklessness letting such a wonderful words without assurance!
You we're a great manipulator left me with a traumatic-cicatrice of trust.
Isn't it cruel that I am hoping for your nightmare-con​science?
Well a cruel deserve a cruel response.