Deep in my mind
There was a dream to be loved.
Why did you hate me so much
Like I was not your one child?

The falling teardrops
Are painted in red.
But it was not my fault at all
To choose such a fate.

Thank you, my friend
For the chance of feeling the life.
But I'm sick of your mercy, so
I won't allow you to destroy my pride!

You are a kind girl
So now it's you turn
To be confined in this prison of me
And it's my time to be alive.