I don't know why I let myself into this...
I let you hit me whenever you please...

It's time I get rid of something of my chest,
Cause my conscience need a rest...

Yet so soft as a cotton,
fragile as glass...

She was and bruised,
by the man she thought she love...

" holding the weight of earth is a lot of...
but if I drop it I'll live in vain...

There is no excuse for sexuality abuse,
Cause the way I live is my liking to choose...

Time for me to write my own HISstory,
Filling every page and chapter about me...

No one seems to care or understands,
But the pen and book in my hand...

You don't know what is like to not love ur self,
To be put down cast away and not even have a...

I can't take it any more,
Time to send my problems out the door...