To: Annabelle

Now you've just seen the movie you saw
And spent your ballet slippers on tough rocks
Now you've hitted your pretty face on the wall
And screamed the end you never thought of
Nights and days are back to their same length
Now you've prayed to have your ground back
And accept the fact you've been needing a rehab
When will reality look as it does to everybody else?
Painting the hell pink won't make the lints rest

Annabelle, it could be a war of thousand years
With uncountable losses of tears
And still you would keep your mind too high to not see
Annabelle, it could be a hell of grandest kind
What about growing this time and love yourself, Annabelle?

Now that you just gave the win to the jury
And gave away all your defenses one by one
Now you've have one more broken heart to worry
And saw your beloved hero leaving you alone
Now you've blamed the youth everyone wish for
And recovered your thoughts closing the door
It shouldn't be like if it only snows in your december
But you're happy to make the pain a thing to remember

Annabelle, it could be sparks of a tragical doom
Even the matches were already taken by you
And they won't burn what you should have knew
Annabelle, the story may not fit your mind so well
But in your red young mouth they'll perfectly yelled
What about figuring out your wrongs right now, Annabelle?

This city you've been through
Too much unloved to love you
Gardens never grows
in this path that many comes and goes
You have beautiful eyes
that knows to split truth from lies
But here you are
While we're watching and
laughing from afar