All this pain All of my discretion time was in vain Did nothing, no acceptation Must I be in this war It leaves nothing but scars I guess it must be my curtain Curtain behind my bright shining star Must I fight so many wars? It burns as deep as a cigarette stain
Still fighting, acting a strong woman Hopeless, poor am I. I lose faith Just like a broken plate Broken pieces will never be mend again "You must be strong" "Hold on, life goes on" Then I say
