"For now she's taking a walk on these streets
Trusting the kindness of strangers under sheets
Ignoring how human behavior and nature truly are
But not a single one of them failed to leave a scar"

"But each and every day is like the past one
Her mind floats away when she's not alone
Taking attention away from where it hurts
While they are unbottoming their shirts
Worse is at dawn when she's on her own
Loathing herself from flesh to the bone
Skin burns as she tries to wash her sins
She tries to be Gilda but Rita always wins"