When I dreamt of reaching the stars
I was stopped by clouds, thrown back to ground
When I begged for something I wished
I was called a slut, because they wanted something else
Someday, I wish you could see me
As I saw myself in those mirrors
Someday, I wish you could feel what I felt
When I had nothing to live for
Someday, you may go through the same—I doubt
Will you be able to survive the fight?
Someway, you may, but yet again—I doubt
Will you remember me and consider I was not wrong!