Coffee stains on your shirt which never faded away all these years
You still play all those Lana Del Rey songs
as usual, late night with a bottle of wine
Do you find pleasure in revoking pain in your hollow heart?
Is it fun to cut your finger again and again over sharp edged mirror
And watching blood flow on it's smooth surface
Reading the same book over and over again
Taking a deep breath on the same line
Who it reminds you of?

Wine stains on your satin dress
Satire glow which got rusted
You stay confined in your own world, playing violin
Which betrayal makes you sing like that?
All your movies are old and emotional
Black and white tv, what secret it tells you?
You pace like a ghost all night
You race like you got somewhere you must be
You laugh so loud, and at a briefer glance
It's all a mask, fake echoes of Gatsby
Who got you so empty?

All town calls you supposedly mad woman
who lost her mind in diamonds
money couldn't satisfy her greed
you have had a history of bringing humans to the level of animals
And I might have flinched at your sight
but you're just a woman who got hurt in love
Abandoned by her father and taunted by her mother
Too cold to bring back to life, too old to start a new life
And someday, I'll be the supposedly mad woman
Cause I'm just following the signboards on the road you took
I'll carry your lineage