[Reject.]
A broken promise, a broken heart…
And the girl is slowly torn apart.
Are her thoughts real, or are they not?
It is useless, it is all for naught.
[Reciprocate.]
Through the stained glass now she sees,
love and warmth given with ease…
Towards her many eyes turn,
and the fears of old return.
No love, no warmth to be had…
As the bad thoughts drive her mad.
[Rest.]
By now she is tired.
She should have retired
a long time ago…
Dealt the final blow,
she lies on the floor.
“What will I do now?”
she just asks herself.
[Remove. Repeat. Restart.]