I wonder if I still know the girl I knew.

She painted her thoughts with colours

That were not made by this world.

Is there something like red blood-blue?

I guess now she is colour blind for the world.

I wonder if I still know the girl I knew.

She used to be a dove with serenity.

Now her wings are craved for walls.

Is there something like dead beauty?

I guess she lost her serenity for the world.

I wonder if I still know the girl I knew.

She said her life is the perfect masterpiece.

Not knowing it can be a tragic biopic.

Is there something like a worthy mess?

I guess now she is losing herself for the world.

I think I still know the girl I knew.

Because I have been nestling inside her.

I hope she disappear.