In a room surrounded by darkness...
With a heart filled with loneliness...

She pleaded to the sky...
Praying for her bad days to go by...

Her beloved destroyed her life by leaving...
And he ripped apart her soul by blaming her for everything...

She has been accused...
Of having always stayed only for her own happiness...
She has been accused...
Of having been an obstacle to his success...
She has been accused of being a pretender...
Alas! The person to whom she gave her heart was the accuser...

His words were always bitter...
He would always yell in anger,
"Why do you act like you are perfect?
You are not even worthy of any respect."

She cried and murmured to herself...
Sharing her grief to no one but her own self...
"I failed to earn your respect...
I have never been perfect,
Yet, I stayed all along although it was painful...
And I swear by God, I have always been faithful..."

She cried but did not complain...
Deep down her chest, she buried her pain...

She did not want to play the blame game...
Because whether she would accuse or be accused, the pain would still be the same...