Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
Is there no conscience in this world?
No difference between right and wrong...
I remember a time when it was ok to question,
To ask why that girl was a different colour...
I wish i could cry
it's been years since I have...
Marionette, that little doll, seems in so many...
She is not perfect, and when you look realize...
We grow up,
thirteen years in school...
Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...
Im just a Girl
I have feelings too...
In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...
The halls are crowded
hateful words are spited...
This is my battle,
This is my life...
One look at you and I can tell
Your just another conformist s**t...