Lunula

0132 My peaked chin points upwards, my eyes are full of compassion, the corners of my mouth look like, they’re both deprived of passion, So, no wonder why my words have lost their force, Coz your faith in my eyes has altered into false. They’ve lost its meaning into what’s wrong and right, Like you ever believed them more than your own despite.

0133 I rose to my feet, I don’t rise like a phoenix from ashes, Coz my legs are strong enough to carry the weight of gashes. I get both of my arms unoccupied as I am my own shield, But it doesn’t mean that my weak spots will be revealed. Let not allow shallow words to make us vulnerable, Words are just like people that are saying them – miserable. Your skin is not only shiny, supple and silky smooth, It’s your armor and you are the one that carries the truth.

0134 I hate myself for blaming them for what I’ve seen, Like they were a previously set, well-built machine. They have seen much more gore than Art the Clown owing, Yet I expected my pure emotions would still be growing. I kept spinning around like on a broken carousel, Chasing my shattered feelings that reflected the parallel. The balance is what I have always deeply craved for, And achieving it took me loads of strength and mental sore.

0135 CHORUS: Oh! My lovely ginger curls, Proudly framing my features, Tickling my rosy cheeks. Oh! My charming scar spots, Adorning the canvas, Looking out for more. Oh! My profound merriment, Infecting others, permeating souls, Flowing like a river on shoals. Oh! My lack of delicacy, Nature of feisty temper being opposed, I AM and WILL BE without the supposed.

0136 Used to cover my mouth to prevent honesty from coming, The palms were big enough, my large lips started numbing. Sending hints with my stares were my last chance to escape, Though, the blood flowed down my eyes with tears as big as grapes. The irises turned crimson, so my crying matched their color, Your long speeches about my existence have never been duller. I stand straight, arching my back, sticking out my chest, You think you know what your body has expressed.

0137 We admire colors of sunset and its gradient through the sky, Unless the beauty of it is reflected by the pain in my eye. Swollen, bruised and covered in makeup that helps me forget, I was so hurt and treated myself as the only threat. Forgiving others was like a habit that healed my remorse, Until I decided to set things straight and get a divorce. My power does not come from making tough decisions, But from feeling alright with belonging to higher divisions.

0138 CHORUS: Yes! My time has finally come, To proudly celebrate, Stand on a pedestal, of course. Yes! I’m leading my story, The brightest light is on me, The audience generously cheers. Yes! I nailed the golden statue, Its weight being weirdly pleasant, Relieving its heaviness like a present. Yes! My pains don’t define me, Neither do my successes, My love for myself still progresses.