Why me?- No More

Count the men; like the stars All in red, A penetrated holes art I shouldn't be walking; into the night Alas! Walk 365 steps, back from his right He can hear me, All can smell me Even when I am a ghost to me. They tie my legs, shouting for devi Only ending up rupturing me without any tyranny Who will hear my side of the story You are only a victim , so hear his story. When they say they fight for you lastly Drowning drunkards say I'm the one Spreaded my legs. Forgetting that mother's are still Mother's for her sake. Will I ever be not okay, So I can cry out loud, it will be okay?? Who will not claim me wasted They know me as a women wanted. We are different in the name of world Because we are the victimed one Who he chooses for his own night To penetrate the hole with all his weight.