Think about the page Which is stained with ink Think about the page Which is stained with ink

Think about the page Which is stained with ink Think about the page Which is stained with ink

They are, My Boundaries, The net Of your Love... They are, My Boundaries, The net Of your Love...

Don't cry for me; I matter not I am born a girl to die and rot.. Don't cry for me; I matter not I am born a girl to die and rot..

My nightmares, Are blank pages. My nightmares, Are blank pages.

Building through the years, A brick every hour, Feeling so firm so strong, After all the mi... Building through the years, A brick every hour, Feeling so firm so strong,...