Why do I need a vile to hide my face
when my emotions are not my own
nobody have any idea about them no can trace
because they're never ever shown

for years I've suffering these blindfolded visuals
I can't figure the importance of my looks and beauty
locked behind the doors of tradition and rituals
in the name of good moral character and duty

still I wear that vile everyday
and my voice is also limited to whispers only
now that vile is whole world to me
because I have learned to live it lonely