Every one holds a pourpous.
Sometimes I wonder what mine is.
I know I wasn't put on this earth to be a toy,
Used for a man's pleasure,
But yet I got that letter,
To an academy,
where all that happens.
I don't know why I'm here,
or if there is any way out,
But I know for certain,
I will escape,
I will break free,
No matter how long it takes,
And I will bring along anyone who wants to come,
For no woman should be kept in a place,
Where she isn't respected,
Where she is just an it,
An object,
A women doesn't like to be treated that way,
But guys don't understand,
So I swear on my life,
I will find a way to leave all the Fuckers in this place,
To not be a b***h,
To be pure again.