My every day life is just what I need
to fuel this rage thats trapped inside of me
like a wounded bird its too painful to fly
like a foolish child too afraid to try
cause the feeling of being broken is too much to bear
and pride took me over so I am too proud to care
so my heart and my brain is always in confusion
vanity over a body perfect for prostitution
standing in a mirror with a beautiful face
while other aspects of my life is just a total waste
like that night in December where I left my virginity
with an unfaithful man who was not in love with me
but I chose to gave him love in return for sex
and though it hurts like hell i cannot be vexed
with the man who knows my heart and saw my fear
who don't know how to love me but will always care
but his heart and his love is not quite mine
cause I'm too afraid to search not knowing what I'll find
in the darkness of his eyes I saw stories untold
in the passion of his touch i felt his weakness unfold
for a moment in his arms i felt his pain
being sound out by his heart and blood flowing in his vein
and his voice a simple whisper was all I needed to hear
to assure me that I loved him and that I will always care
and nothing else will matter I want him in my life
to be his all; to be his girl one day to be his wife
cause his touch could subside all the anger that I feel
it helps me open up and sometimes be real
when the world point a finger and showed me hate
he invaded my body and bought back my faith
and I accepted his gift though I knew it was lust
I layed with him in darkness and enjoyed every thrust
and in climax I found that search for peace
and my burdens were lifted with sexual release
then my heart was somehow mended for a while
with the possibility of our passion bringing forth a child
she has his daddy's smile but she's mummy's little girl
placed the stars in her eyes to light up mummy's world
