Never raise your voice,
be the good girl
Take the blame, even if it's not your fault
she mugged up with her heart
since she was a child
But she was unaware what would that mean
Now every day she die little inside
her own heart and mind battle
Either to embrace her lesson or her pride?
Every night she cries silent tears in her bed
she woke up with thought next day
"she is weak to take stand for her"
"Instead she chooses to be that good girl"