To moralize the feeling of shame
and revenge, the sickening that becomes a crime...

Left with unanswered questions,
like shaking the habit of ecstasy...

A key can unlock a heart,
if you can match it up right...

Evil is how you may see it.
as your finger tips grip me...

Use hairspray,
tangled hair...

I feel like I am an open book,
read by billions...

You looked me in the eyes
before you said goodbye...

I don't belong here,
not in this crowd...

I am here alone,
through all these years...

Mommy you lied, when you said you'll always be by...
daddy you lied, when you told me things get better...

Full of colors
like a child full of fantasies...

Sitting here thinking,
rushing to get things done...