Could she help it, if one day the world was opened to her? Or if the moment was siezed in a sudden light of destiny? If in one sight her mind could change? Would it be her fault? Could she help it, if never before she'd pondered a change? Or if she'd give her world in exchange of his attention? If she'd devote her life to this five minute fight? Would it be her fault? A realization too quickly fawned An instructor, too emotionally gone And she, struggling between her life and this... As far as she could help it, she would teach herself And if she was viewed as obssesive, Or if she seemed aloof Would it be her fault?