She was not wrong
She was judged wrongly
The girl you see her now
She was not this before
Her lowered eyes were entitled scandalous,
The hushed tone of her voice for you was timorous,
Her covered face baptized her obsoleteness,
Corny was the label given to her intimate feelings,
Her bleeding heart made her good-for-nothing,
So don't surprise by her today when,
Her cultism is her recognition,
The assurance in her personlaity glues your lips,
The fire in her eyes burns you to ashes,
The solidity in her voice gets your feet underground,
The iciness of her heart freezes your blood,
Her smoothly spoken words drip every drop of your blood,
If it wasn't for your judgment,
She could never be an example of evenness,
You say to her now that you kiss the previous her,
You are scared by
Her confidence
Her prosperity
Her glamour
What you want from her now is
to be what she was before,
But
She is thankful now,
She is blessed now.