Once in my past I met a girl
bound to be locked up by the consuming world
she was never free
she grasped for air
she found nothing there
she's just a girl
just a girl?
just a girl they say
and she was mad
... I've never seen her that mad before
and yes she's at raged
she grabbed hold of her things
and all she had was a piece of paper and a pen
paper and pen?
what would become of these?
... she asked herself
for only in her self she find company and peace
but the paper and pen was about to change her destiny
she started making out her own personality
characters, words, stories ohhh...
she love what's she's doing
what is it?
... they asked
what's keeping her busy these days?
then in abrupt motion
the girl faced them
she is breathing now
and with intense passion
she showed them
showed them all...
her beautiful imagination
