My soul is darkened
By the torture of pain.
There is no game
in this worthless thing
called Life,
and deep inside
I want to cry
but my soul is hardened
to feminine bull.
Nothing's right
inside my mind
and deep inside
I wonder why
I could have been
such a fool.
I mean, come on...
Do I honestly know that
he even has a heart?
Do I honestly know
that he has a mind?
Do I honestly know
that his emotions
aren't just driven
by his dic*?
Now, do I honestly care
whether or not he goes to hell?
How could he do this to me-
the one he's known so long?
He told me
he would never hurt me.
Well, I guess I was wrong.
I thought he had a heart.
I thought he had a soul.
I thought there was something beautiful
underneath the blackened coal.
His tender lips-
they felt so good,
and I thought
maybe I should
give him a try,
and now I
sit here and cry.
This is the story
of a fool
fallen from glory.
