Why was she broken?
Is she a broken butterfly?
She was let down as she fly by
By this hate she is rotten.
Oh poor broken doll
That never saw the sky before he left
No one found him guilty by the theft
No one found him guilty, even when they see her fall.
Little jazmin flower
That withered before blooming
I hope this seconds could be soothing
The eyes that were illuminated with fairy powder.
Oh Lonely star that was left alone
That never found a starry sky
In which she could fit, or feel like home.
Why does it keeps tumbling me down??
Why does it keeps letting me down??
