Lost
She has lost her way in this world not knowing her worth
She thought that she knew about the world mixed up and confused
She thought the admirers gazes was what she was yearning for
Lost without a trace to my foot steps
Letting men pluck from her flower she has lost her peddles
The ins and outs of her flower
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