I cry to myself wishing
I could find hoping I could find something
to pull me out of this 13 years now gone by
but what have I accomplished what is left to accomplish.
what is left for me to feel love anger hate
frustration sorrow is all that I'm left with.
he who once knew how to feel now a
bitter soul left with no direction life has
loveliness to sell weel life has loneliness to sell
and now all that I'm left with is this empitness.
rape me of my expression rape me of my life and rape me of myexpression and rape me of my love.
this is my confession when the seduction of love's tender kiss pulls me too and the ultimate desire to bleed for me is gone. all that will be left is this emptiness will be left is the bitterness.