She feels a hole in her stomach.
Should have she said that? Should have she done that?
Opened her eyes.
Words were not enough.
Soul spoke again, once again.
This time it was different, but somehow it was the same.
Maybe out of mind, maybe out of control.
The most expressive act i her whole life.
Was it wrong?
She can not be messing around no more.
She just can´t.
God, she thought it was a sign... so what is this other sign.
Wich one is yours?
Wich one is right?
She needs to know.
She needs to understand.
She needs to tell them.
She needs to walk hand in hand with one of this things, could she walk with both?
How does she know she wont be messed up?
How will she know she is right?
She needs to draw some limits.
She needs to decide.
She needs to speak with the truth... maybe if she knew the truth.
She needs to be right.
She needs to stop it.
Or maybe continue it.
"Is our secret safe tonight
and are we out of sight
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Will they find our hiding place
is this our last embrace
or will the walls start caving in?
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong, are we digging a hole?"