The Naked Walls
The naked walls of my shower room
Keep the stories that have never been told
Keep my crying and all my attempts to find myself
You can hear my scream in the water
You can feel my pain in the gutter
I can't breathe, I'm unable to weather the storm
The naked walls of my tiny bedroom
Keep the image of ideal humble girl
Who took every punch and never talked back
You can see heart's parts in the corner
You can touch soul's pool of its owner
I can't breathe, I'm unable to weather the storm
The naked walls of my music room
Keep a secret of my fails and triumphs
still remember how I came short of hopes
Every string is a headline of my story
Every note is my way of saying sorry
I'm alive, but still unable to weather the storm
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