She chose to trust, something so natural turned into a hustle
She chose to hush, not to make you feel uncomfortable, not to make a fuss
You are so comfortable forgetting the part you played shaping her insecurities
You are so comfortable, pretending to live your truth, yes because you chose to drop her like that
Does he posses a soul? She can’t help to question,
Is this what I was missing out on? Questioning her advisors who seem to disappear when the fight broke out
Still hopeful, she finds refuge in the absence of external forces who swayed her away from her
Okay, she finds meaning laying beyond what the eyes can see…
Her Mind, Her Story 