I’m not a fan of Hollywood movies
cause I’ve never found myself in these stupid love stories
I don’t have the lips of Angelina Jolie, nor the beauty of Kate Moss
I’m not elegant like Taylor Swift nor **** as Alicia Keys
I’m an ordinary girl, for some I’m an alien that everyone flees 
I ask myself many questions every night
that even questions are sick of my words
why my lips still ******
why I’m the girl that everyone avoids
it’s like I’m a Pig or Smelly dog 
why nobody noticed my Dior lipstick that I drew on my mouth
why no one felt my perfume
and yet it’s the Chanel 5 the favourite one for all the boys
why no one was attracted by my short pink dress
and yet it is the same as Inna’s one
I turned into a puppet to please you
so why my lips still single till today
Can someone be my mirror just for awhile
can you help me see my face in your eyes
can you help me touch my lips with your hands
can you help me hug my body with your arms
may be it will help me to know myself again
and perhaps I will find the answer
that I’ve been looking for longtime ago
who knows maybe you will be the judge
who imprisons my lips in the virginity prison
or the hero who will save them from the dark forever….