The good times never last,
The bad times prevail,
I try so damn hard,
But it don't matter coz i'm programmed to fail.

Fake smiles,
Convincing lies,
Living in this masquerade,
Hiding behind some corrupt façade,
All these phonies with their grace and airs,
Imprisoned in this vanity fair.

I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
here in this lonely place
tangled up in our embrace
there's nothing I'd like
better than to fall

(from a song called 'fear')

Prostitutes don’t sell their bodies; Housewives do. Prostitutes only rent their bodies for sexual favors.

Do not dwell on the beautiful,
Beauty fades and withers,
As does the reddest rose.

Bound in ropes of guilt,
Flames of hate eat at my heart.
While I willingly burn at the stake,
My demons tear my soul apart…

Bound in chains of denial,
Disguise dread of reluctant tomorrow with a freshly painted smile.

Don't judge me,
Predict my future,
Name my past,
Spoil the ending,
Confuse the start.

Don't put some tag on me,
Chuck me in some catogary,
Making me out to be,
Something I'll never be.

Stranded in the open,
can't hide behind that mask,
reluctant love awoken,
attachment grows so fast.

Sorrow’s dagger plunged in my heart,
I bargain with Fate to rewind to the start,
Misery’s angels have loosened their grasp,
And I know tonight will be my last.