Never have i been so in hurt
While others do me dirt
Almost no one wears a skirt
When I, A female am in doubt
Paul, who are you?
When all this you put me through The Hell where you are stuck in Seems to be a personal war
I do not want to be known for A Man, and who fought his own war And waiting for the price
I am not your price
Not even for a day For and hour
And here i lay Or sit Or walk and so I say I am free
No one needs Me
When I already won the war
And got a scar
On my heart
From a man named Paul
He seems to want it all A, man who puts dirt on my name
Without any shame
What a cold game
Nadiya