I sense a sort of sadness

When I see your face

I sense a sort of mystery

When I see your eyes

Yet so revealing

Those eyes of yours

Some stories are still to be told

Some stories are spoken out

Without words

Leaving traces on your hands

Those long nails

The sleek hair

The beautiful dress

From a well known designer

You are so glamorous

When you stand upon that stage

In front of the world

Singing softly

With a sultry voice

Pearly skin and curves that makes the crowd sigh

Yet every now and then the insecurity is hard to hide

Behind mascara and red lips

Behind that womanly body


- Is a young girl, still seventeen trying to find her place on the scene


I sense a sort of sadness

When I see your face

Those long nails

The sleek hair

The beautiful dress

I sense a sort of sadness

Some stories are still to be told

...


- And some will forever be kept in your heart