Who killed the kid?
Who knows where she is.
Only her, only her.
My dearest, my true.
Who knows where she is.
What a strange time we live,
what a strange place to be.
Where is it?
Where are you?
Who killed the kid in me?
Heaven knows how much I missed,
those times of pure joy,
the runs in the sun,
the comedy, the flow.
No place is better, than being like her.
Like her I used to be.
She was just trying to love,
she didn’t knew how it kills.
What a foolish fool of a she,
Is she?
Can you know if she’s she?
Who was the one who killed the kid?
Just let the day come,
free up, free up.
She only had one choice,
to kill the killers of the kid,
to kill the one who killed she.
