Rosa Marchitada

Elizabeth, one more story
Of the cruel reality that makes me cry
Elizabeth, another victim
Of the pleasant horror that makes me angry

One more on the list of forced acts
that has condemned her
One more story
Enough, I want to stop counting

She is 13 years old, she likes to sing
She is locked up and doesn't want to socialize
He has a huge heart but his mother
I make decisions that will weigh in the long run

She doesn't know what her actions will cause
A withered rose will only remain
A broken soul without direction or stability
A faded star, a pity girl

Mom, why did you sell my soul?
They have touched my whole body, they have taken everything
They left nothing

Mom, why did you sell my soul?
They have touched my whole body, you have taken everything
You didn't leave anything
Nothing
There is nothing more about this girl

Daniel
One more story
Of the cruel reality that makes me cry
One more victim
Of the pleasant horror that makes me angry

One more on the list of the forced act that has condemned him
One more story, enough, I want to stop telling

He is 14, and has unusual taste
They want to punish him, condemn him and point out
That your feelings are sins without mercy
In his heart he has a strange disease

Dad, they don't know what their actions will cause
A withered rose will only remain
A broken soul without direction or stability
An extinguished star, a hurt child

Dad, why did you sell my soul?
They have touched my whole body, they have taken everything
They left nothing

Dad, why did you sell my soul?
They have touched my whole body, you have taken everything
You didn't leave anything

Nothing
I send you my soul, mom

Mom, you have betrayed me, mom
Mom, you who gave me life mom
Mother

Dad, you who have begotten me dad
Oh how it hurts me, they left nothing