Usually... My shallow heart

Usually, she spends her life online...
Praying, listening to music, and wants to die...
Wants to disappear from this crazy world,
Wants to stop the understanding: "he loves me not".

Usually, she wastes her time for free,
And anybody cannot set her free.
She's crying, smiling, losing mind,
But still, the emptiness is deep inside.

Usually, she thinks of you with love
And while she thinks she's high above.
But when she opens up her eyes...
She is all alone, hiding from the lies.

Usually, she is some kind of Cat
She is wild, she is strong, her lips are red...
As red as blood in her sinful heart,
No mercy, no love, no pain, no God.

Usually, she does not cry,
Nobody knows she wants to die,
Nobody cares, she is still alive,
But she is strong, as the sharpest knife.

Usually, she spends her life alone,
So proud of herself, so cold as snow.
But if only he could see her soul...
Why does he want to let her go?

04.01.2010