She wears a cloak,
You can't identify her,
She wears a long hood,
You can't see her.

She pretends she's all right,
But her eyes still got that flame,
She never shows her wounds,
For her, life is a game.

She didn't find herself,
Never seen, who she was,
But finally, when she was exposed,
Each face turned,
each eye just closed.

A fair lady, with blood covered eyes,
Flames burnt her,
Scares covered her
Tears made it worse,
Maybe being a woman,
Was her curse.

She was crying, but still smiled,
She wanted to die,
But has to survive,
She can't make it now,
She was dead alive.