My story is a tale for another day,
since you ask, I just have to say,
I was a little girl growing up,
i wanted so many choices and luck,
i wanted love and fuck
i wanted happiness that I fought
All of these wasn't enough
I had such bad luck!
I wondered why I had to exist
why I had to stand still
though I knew it would break me...
It's something I can't comprehend
My life alone is just hell!
To me is like am reliving my pain in agony
Thorns in my flesh,
oh! what an irony...
I...I gosh it's so hard,
so so fucking hard...