Regret... of the lost calendar and the broken clock...
Staring at my picture reflected in the eyes of a woman who sold her soul to lust...
Remembering the child who wrote me philosophy...
and loved me...
There wasn't any untold words for you in my silence..
Except the bitter taste of the wall you made for me by your own hands..
Up to the sky ,... to infinity...
The woman...
The woman who trickled her tear drop on the ground....
The ground on which nobody existed...
The woman hidden in masks made of skin and flesh and blood...
Leave me alone.... I'm neither this nor that....