Hinata's hair fell down her shoulders as she rested her head in her knee, her white eyes down to the floor. The whisper of her voice filled the quiet room.
"On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
Don't know why I'm still surprised."

Hinata thoughts of how when everyone was younger in her academy they wanted to become stronger then anybody. Having dreams of being strongest. As they grew older then started to realize what being a ninja meant.

"Even Angels have their wicked schemes
And some take that to new extremes."

Her memories pushed Into Hidan killing Asuma, then Madara's evil plans.

"But you'll always be my hero
Even if others lost their mind."

Gulping the Hyuga's tear fell to her cheek, as she burdened herself with Neji's sacrifice.

"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts."

As her tear fell down on the floor, a smile spread across her face, this being said...she would go through any pain to save a loved one as well.

"Now there's gravel in our voices
Blood is shattered from the both sides,
In this tug of war, they'll always win
Because they won't sacrifice..."

Her lips whispered, feelings running through her, she knows what it means to be a ninja...not for power but for the sake of others safety.

"...And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps others satisfied."