It can be a woman making me write, and it can be a woman with insomnia behind. It can be a woman hidden in treason, and it can be a woman that is feeling the pain. It can be a woman that efforts in vain. It can be a woman in the pictures on the wall, and it can be a woman who is shopping in the mall. Yes, it is a woman. It is a woman who cries, a woman who worries, a woman who dies. It is a woman who also drives the car. It was a woman in a naked picture exchange, and it was a woman that makes more money, that looks for protection or that tries to escape. It can be a woman ruining your day. It can be a woman voting in another state, it can be the one drinking wine, and it can be a woman travelling to paradise. I am sure it was a woman. Because that woman is also willing to lie, she is again doing her best for her journey's life. She is fighting for a better job position, but she is afraid of the future too, and the loneliness is her ammunition. It is a woman unable to breathe, and