We can portray every woman as a rose, soft, pure and fragile

but we can’t deny that behind its perfection and beauty it still had its thorns.

I’ve been imprisoned for years and by the time I was freed, they’ve been chasing after me and that was tragic

I had lost one important person in my life, the one who raised and loved me 

Anger and pure hatred were the things you can foresee on my eyes and it's enough to take someone's life