Her name is June, this is her story in April
She met a man, named Bruce
Only to let him left some bruises
Leaving a brand new scars, adding to some old still bleed one
Strange she did not cry now
Maybe there are no tears left
Maybe now she knows cry won’t take her anywhere
So June will keep on falling
in love
out of love
in another month
or another year
She does not care whether she'll be hurt
Because she has been hurt
Yet still alive
That's what matter, isn't it?
to be alive
and be able feel