She wants to run from the
hurt and the pain. It
eats her up inside, she's
dying from the pressure.
The raindrop are falling from
her stormy clouds, her face. Her
errors are too much for her now.
Make me a different person, she prays.
At least help me to change my masquerade.
Sympathy, is it too much to ask for? It's
killing her from the inside out.