They thought she was happy
Rather than being a hidden soul
Ice cold was her heart
Possibly, a corpse
And her dreams touched heights
That everyone wanted to bury
Heaven was where she belonged
Instead of hell, where she was.
Vanished across the streets
Abandoned like anything
Rushing to the death
Though she was alive
Idol never disobeyed the human laws
Kind of them, made by god
And she got her punishment, of not being culprit.
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