You aren't the victim
You'd like for me to believe that are weak...
Why do you stereotype me?
Put me in a category...
I'll be OK
till late in the night...
Aireni a budding bloom
Crystal clear in its glory...
The obsession for a body full of grace
matches the reconstructions for the flawless face...
There is a body part of mine
that needs an out of order sign...
You are my angel whom I loved and adore.
You are my angel whom I will never stop caring...
Secrets that we hide away
And store deep inside...
A thousand tears I've cried
a thousand sadnesses I've known...
As i reach for the knife
and put anther slit in my skin...
Behind a mask of self glory
lies a heart of innocence...
The persistent silence overwhelmed
One heart among many others...