“I look at my silhouette and ask for details.
How does it feel to fade when you’re the most beautiful?
Why you wanna hide the lesson learned and claim that you failed?

You a beautiful melody casting light over the island.
Why do you fight in past tense?
Why do you like five it doesn’t make one sense?

I’m in distress
I witness
The fall of you
And the shatter of pain
And the mess of memories.”