A lost soul Wandering the streets Living in a prison Branded in another person's skin I still see the way they judge The way they refuse to understand
Despite all my efforts I will never be beautiful Put on the lipstick top hide the sickness And a skirt to hide the hurt When they use all the wrong words To describe my life
Life is getting difficult Exploited, sexual abuse Being jumped in the street Deceived from all things, positive
Maybe if I killed myself I'd prove I'm a human being too Maybe I'd change their views Losing friends, losing myself Nobody sees me for who I am Maybe if I don't wake to see another day I will make a differenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
