My tank of love was empty, I can't help but receive pity
Inside those white coffin and under those white sheets
I merged with the colorless life and became spotless
I was not like the lovely dove nor the ugly duckling
I am invisible, a flower that is without scent
The shadows under my eyes, enlarged
Will there come a time that my tank would get filled?
I hold on unto the white sheets at least someone would come and see me
I am not different from any wolves, I ravage what is in sight even if it result to misery..
When did this dull chamber gain a door?
Someone is standing on the floor.
His eyes glows and sparks, so full of life..
When did the tank in my heart started to drop?
Yeah! Now I remember it's when the dove was no longer lovely
It's when the color started to get mixed and flow.