Take a knife slice my face
Rip it back and hammer away
My mind is black
I am so ashamed
The doctors know
We must replace
The dreams may come and then they go
While they take a bit of my soul
Past re lived for all to know
I was such a little kid
How was I going to win?
I dream the touch so wrong
Live with this for so long
No beauty can love a sin
I can not love for I am so cold
My heart has become no pot of gold
Women see me and know something is wrong with that man’s soul
How do you tell then what was done
How would they ever love a broken one?
