Rosa Marchitada

Elizabeth, another story
Of the cruel reality that makes me cry
Elizabeth, another victim
Of the pleasurable horror that makes me mad

Another one on the list of forced acts
That has condemned her
Another story
Enough already, I want to stop counting

She’s 13, loves to sing
Locked away, doesn’t want to socialize
She has a huge heart but her mom
Made choices that will weigh heavily over time

She doesn’t know what her actions will cause
Only a withered rose will remain
A broken soul with no order or stability
A dim star, a pitiful girl

Mom, why did you sell my soul?
They’ve touched my whole body, taken everything
Left nothing behind

Mom, why did you sell my soul?
They’ve touched my whole body, you took everything
Left nothing behind
Nothing
This girl is no more

Daniel
Another story
Of the cruel reality that makes me cry
Another victim
Of the pleasurable horror that makes me mad

Another one on the list of forced acts that has condemned him
Another story, enough already, I want to stop counting

He’s 14, with unusual tastes
They want to punish him, condemn him, and point fingers
That his feelings are merciless sins
That in his heart he carries a strange disease

Dad, he doesn’t know what his actions will cause
Only a withered rose will remain
A broken soul with no order or stability
A dim star, a hurt boy

Dad, why did you sell my soul?
They’ve touched my whole body, taken everything
Left nothing behind

Dad, why did you sell my soul?
They’ve touched my whole body, you took everything
Left nothing behind

Nothing
Sold my soul, mom

Mom, you’ve betrayed me, mom
Mom, you who gave me life, mom
Mom

Dad, you who brought me into this world, dad
Oh, how it hurts, they left nothing behind