She thought she is useless
People around her cannot understand
All they do is to judge
Now, she is like a criminal
That living in a jail for a thousand years.
She hides in fear and sadness
Looking for someone to help
But all replies are pain
Now, she is like an a woman with full of disdain.
She is talking to herself, sometimes
Listening to the radio, all the time
Walking in the dark and sitting in the bark
Laughing and shouting in the breeze of the wind.
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