In the dark abandoned streets,
Dwells the cries unheard
Cause' of the men she treats
In the big bad world.
Beautifully dressed with a make-over fake
Hides her sorrows and woe,
Is there not a better living take?
To tear down her show.
Heavily cursed wherever she goes,
Traumas continue to haunt,
Pricking her heart like arrows from bows,
Burden of worries mount.
Listen to her heart-breaking cries,
Happiness is from reach;
She does this for stomach full rice,
When there's' none to teach.
Dwells the cries unheard
Cause' of the men she treats
In the big bad world.
Beautifully dressed with a make-over fake
Hides her sorrows and woe,
Is there not a better living take?
To tear down her show.
Heavily cursed wherever she goes,
Traumas continue to haunt,
Pricking her heart like arrows from bows,
Burden of worries mount.
Listen to her heart-breaking cries,
Happiness is from reach;
She does this for stomach full rice,
When there's' none to teach.
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