Wings of many sins, she is not an angel.
Burnt her flawless skin, saved her lover from hell.
Thrown into a bin, now she wants to rebel.
Fool as she has always been, no way out from the hotel.
Went to her next of kin, found herself trapped in a cell.
All she ever wanted was to scream, yet she can’t yell.
Her heart is made of a fragile fin, she couldn’t curse the spell.
Full of sad scene, there’s always a story to tell.
That one night when she overthink, it rang someone’s bell.
If it is what it seems, about time life treats her well.