She put down her knees over her bed,
And get on her feet as she walk out from her room.
She opened the fridge,
A red wine from the last cabin was half dent.
She grab the wine with her weakling arms,
As she pouted her lips to stop her cries.
She open the door with a red wine and a wine glass on her hand,
Slowly creeping without any noise while tears are starting to fall.
And there, she finally got out from a room.
The chilled night breeze embrace her when she step out on the stairs.
She looked around and it's all dim,
Only the light coming from the lamppost lighting her sight.
She grab some chair,
With her teary eyes.
Settling down the wine and the glass on the table,
With a heavy-hearted on the chest.
She tapped her phone,
And it played the music playing in her head.
The tempo made her in tears,
As she felt how the artist sang how she truly feel.
She glance on her phone,
And it's about twenty-four minutes,
Before her 18th birthday.
Tears stream down on her cheeks,
Remembering all the pains and heartaches throughtout the years.
It's been eighteen years,
When the angels let a lonely soul to come exist.
Eighteen years.
How long it takes to grow old on this age?
Eighteen years.
How far it takes to runaway?
Eighteen years.
How sadly to think,
She have been alone and lonely throughout her 18th.