None will see it; none will touch itIt was once a girl, now a flower and it fail to bloomOnce a fallen star, now a burned rock that ceased to shineAnd it comes with sad song; a broken cry None will touch it; none will taste itIts a being standing inside her wallShe swallow the blame and takes the fallYet inside she hasn't given her all None will taste it; none will make itThey gave her love. They gave her allBut gift like love aren't possibleBehind the wall she is invisible None will make it; none will claim itWish to be forgotten, wish to be understoodAtlas maybe the flower will finally bloomMaybe the star will shine trough the broken cryAnd the girl will cease to live a lie None will see it. None will claim it.