"Heather, Feather"
You have slaughtered every bit of her existence
You have a new one.
You gazed upon her grave with no conscience.
Clanging sounds of bells.
you didn't hear the sounds of hell.
Heather, Feather, what happened to you?
says, them the people who knows the story
"Im a man" you answered.
As the children cling to you for sympathy
You didn't look at them
I, like a baggage... an item used for bargain.
I lived all my life shredded to love.
Afraid of love because of you.
Roaring of people, I won't hear you.
Banging waves, I won't believe in you.
Ever.
For I like an item will be an item to the one sold to.
