She who is lonely to the core,
She who has no one to lean on,
She who has no choice left,
So she turned to that wrong path.

She who is a loving mother,
She who is a devoted daughter,
She who has mouths to feed,
So she turned to that wrong path.

So she turned to that wrong path,
the only path she thought has a light at the end.
They gave her stares and muttered secretly,
They who marked her as a "stigma".