Michin

So we decided to sit here talk, four more people is coming
One is used to be someone else, tried to break the wall hard down
It’s her choice what she wants to be, and still loves who she is
Two were more than a friend, used to shout for calling each other
Last screaming heard was when they plummet through the air
Are we lost to see this? How we lost to see this?
Last one was different. Rather love, she hates what she saw
Blamed three with her dirty fingers
Are we lost to see this? How we lost to see this?