iNsIdE's DeMoN
Just look at the little girl beside you. How sweet she's smiling, holding an Teddy in her hand. But that's only what she want to pretend the people to see. When you look into her eyes, you can see the truth. But no one looks so deep. She isn't a child anymore but not yet a woman. She's so pretty and small, just like a doll, but you can only see the outside, the outside she shows to you and want you to see. Look behind the mask, deep into her soul. She isn't a child anymore but not yet a woman. Truly destroyed, she's crying in the dark for so long before. But no one notice, no one takes care of her, no one can help her. She has hide to well. Far away from the outside. Got nothing to do so she's destroying herself by fighting and killing. She isn't a child anymore but not yet a woman. Teardrops in the past, silence in the rain, blood out in the night, just killing for fun. Gotting to do nothing, only this. It finds no end. Wold there be one? No. No, no end. No end for her. Even an end would be to happy for her lifetime.... She isn't a child anymore but not yet a woman.
