One of these days,
Oh save me from the monotony.
Really, I can’t bear anymore.
All we women are whores.
Why live through other people?
Is it not possible?
To create a script for ourselves.
Anymore.
Pass the blame, pass the shame.
Of course my dear it does
Not belong to you nor I.
No tears in these thousand million eyes.
One more time, all the same.
One seed; one birth.
No crime.
Encourage the inner pain of others.
Do not doubt, as we will not,
Mention it.
Isn’t loneliness the greater evil?
A friend of fear an enemy of the heart.
Tis but a game, which has happened
Take part.
No escape for the living.
No release in death, no belief.
Just dreams of those of us who can
Understand.
Hurt is there, scar to remind you.
Does not matter where
