She was degraded by her appearance
But being admired by her tolerance
She had proven herself once
And don't waste the time for every chance
She still remember where she stand
Still look back where, there's a helping hand
They gave me anything I want
Too much help that you can't even count like sand
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
She was degraded by her appearance
But being admired by her tolerance
She had proven herself once
And don't waste the time for every chance
She still remember where she stand
Still look back where, there's a helping hand
They gave me anything I want
Too much help that you can't even count like sand
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