The fallen crown speak the millionth worth
as it thuds and it crashes and breaks all over the place,
almost like you who's just a messed-up damsel in distress.
Scattered pearls; a crystal-clear noise over the dining table
as we looked in the direction, just in time to see it crashing
down like how the ocean splits. Well, I heard
that was your favorite pearl necklace;
too bad pretty things break easily while rocks formed
hurt like words but maybe a little blunter to its edge.
Maybe you just used those petty lips in the wrong way
that this world's what it has become today.
Maybe it's just all of us.
But that's impossible to change.