I'm glad that they don't see me much,
'cause they'd blame me for all the sins.
I healed a man with single touch;
They called me witch forever since.

They don't remember countless times
when they got help with no payback.
They hate me after — mind you — once
I forced a man out of my shack

and he went missing. Folks assumed
that witch's the perfect one to blame.
I clearly pictured me entombed
as they were screaming like insane

to **** me, break my house down.
As if that drunckard on his pat
could not get lost in swamp and drown
while running scared by a bat.

Whole town is against me now.
Whole but a lonely little maid.
I think for that i shall endow
her, if she's not afraid.

I'll grant her powers I possess,
No secrets I will left consealed,
She will control this evil place
And hopefully, it will be healed.

Those people's hatred gave a birth
to evil essense in this land.
Without my kin it will unearth,
Against its wrath they won't withstand...

But I will leave this cursed lands.
I'll be accused for curse as well,
as noone here understands:
I did not cast, I curbed that spell...

She is a pretty girl with a bright smile on her face.
Her eyes like clear cristals charm the most cunning hearts.
Her kindness consealed like sheltered pearl on the sea bed.

But look closely at that smile you will see,
A frowning girl with a musk on her face.
In her eyes you will see,
A blazing fire that has consumed her heart.
And like an empty shell,
She is lonely, broken
And in her mind,
She feels she is worth nil the penny that a precious jewel could buy.

That girl is me.
Yet I still fake every moment of my life.
When dawn comes I transform to a beast.
Anger consumes me
And all that I can do is fight it,
Yet too weak,
I simply breaking down in tears.

I am no human by night.
Not a normal one of course.
I am consumed by insomania,
Everything that pops in my head is either evil or just bad.

I am not a girl any more.
Not the one who walks upon the clouds night and dream.
I am that one who fears closing her eyes.
For all the dread that consumes me,  
And takes over my little soul by night.
I tremble in the arms of darkness crying;
"Oh Lord help me!"