My king
my hands are getting cold, I can't hold no longer on
this was my fight and I thought I won
sun won't shine on my sky no more 'cause it gave up
so who would cry and who would clap?
come on, all of you, look at me, I'm down and beaten
pushed in here by noble heathen
I don't think you'll feel the way I do, all the pain
leave it alone, it's my rain
my tears are only mine, don't wanna share them, ever
I'm too prudent, I'm too clever
another young girl ended up in lies and mud like this
I can hear winds blow and whizz
flying away, away like my years I'll never get back
although I occupied the world's flight deck
who cares? who wants? who fights? who knows?
I'm just a poor girl who bawls
can you bring my life back for me and treat my soul?
can't you see my begging bowl?
but I know one reason why I didn't die until now
should I take a bow?
well, as you wish, my king, and what about you?
are you sure you can do it too?
or let's just leave every single politeness aside
let's hide our silly pride
and take my hand, it's getting cold, you can feel
you are person who can heal
my broken heart, my broken self-esteem and broken view
you've got the clue
it's all in you, your heart, your eyes, your smile, there's no lie
so please, don't let me die