Coming to a point where I want to be naive to what is around me
You look at others wondering where have you gone wrong
The answer is known each time you deny yourself for a quick moment
Once the truth is giving
It won't be accepted
Why should I settle
When you are being satisfied
I go on with an emptiness that can't be filled with a hand
I guess you will never understand
That I am a woman
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