Hidden, haunted, torn and tied
Glimmering, glowing, full of pride

One single look does not reflect
The revolution I select

And if you really wanted to see
You'd see what it means to me

Copy, cancel, someone new
Will rise from the ash of you

The ashes of me turned out to be
It now reminds me of a refugee

Flees from critics, flees from crush
Search for affection, search for lust

Most don't see the weaker side
Most don't know the prize for pride

(to be continued)
//ScreamingRebance