Please don't look to my body

Look to my mind

Please don't look for my clothes

But my soul inside

My life is already pretty rough

Growing up a woman was so tough

Growing up a woman was so tough

Please don't look to my hair

Look to my brain

Please don't look to my stomach

Do you see the blood and the pain?

My blood runs always cold in my vains

I'm not a martyr

I'm not a saint

I can't be what you want anyway

I'm just fucking tired of pray

But I know I'm not alone in this way down

Watch me drown

In cold waters

I can't save other mothers and daughters

And I try to lift them up

While I cry

Cause it wasn't enough

it wasn't enough