I dont like to see you cry

If I could Id mak

e you smile

But somehow in this world

My choices are unheard

Im not a proper woman Im not well

If I see a person be misjudged

I wont walk away and turn my back

But somehow in these streets

My life is obsolete

Im just another beggar Im a freak

If I were to die for those I love

I wouldnt even think about it twice

But somehow girls like me

Are scattered and naive

You wouldnt want to walk with one like me