She is there standing by,
No one hears her cry;
Pretending over a guy,
Living in a white lie.
She is a victim,
She is a bourgeoisie;
She is a calamity,
She is a surgery.
She walks into a shop,
Oh no, she dares not drop;
With just her flip flop,
She needs to rise from mop to top.
How is she able to wake up?
Who is there to help her smile?
Why can't she believe in good luck?
Will she know that she's worthwhile?
She is afraid of going out,
She is afraid she would tell out;
Leaving evidences everywhere,
People knowing her story of unfair.
My darling girl,
Love yourself in this world;
Past mistakes are meant to be learnt and not a burden,
Let the ill treatments go and bless those, who still earn.
I love you,
Be true;
No blue,
It's true.
My pure lady,
You're your own remedy;
Enough of useless parody,
Tell yourself that you're ready.
She is the girl that once shines,
So bright till touched the skies;
If only she knew that she is still there,
Living without fear and stay fair.
So, there she is standing by,
No one hears her cry;
Pretending over a guy,
Living in a white lie.
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