You got two lies for every story
two lies for each of your seeds
Your wisdom's just a deception
Well I hope you're pleased

I was too young
to understand
Well not for long,
now that feeling's gone.

You lost the right
to tell me what you think
Ripped up my clothes
and called me whore
I'm not seeking approval
Your special help, no more

Sleeping, screaming, wounds un- healing
Bind them up to seal it in
No hard feelings.

You want a saint
but I'm schizophrenic
Hiding my flaws
to make you proud
But they stab like splinters
so I'm digging them out.


--by Gibertoni--