With tears full of blood I'm writing this,
I asked myself when is this going to be over?
My voice I don't want to raise
Your hands on me is all that you raise.

I cried and cried but nobody seems to hear,
The pains you put me through is something I can't bear,
I'm far away but things seem to be near,
For wind blew with your voices that I don't want to hear.

You can't talk without putting up a fight,
I'm tired of...