It's time I get rid of something of my chest,
Cause my conscience need a rest...

You don't know what is like to not love ur self,
To be put down cast away and not even have a...

Yet so soft as a cotton,
fragile as glass...

Time for me to write my own HISstory,
Filling every page and chapter about me...

I wish I had my life back,
It's something precious to me I lack...

Here i hide behind these closet doors,
To not show myself forever more...

I won't consider myself straight or Gay,
But yet very sexual...

For all the years we been in love,
I never once though of you...

There is no excuse for sexuality abuse,
Cause the way I live is my liking to choose...

Bags pack and I am heading out the door,
Cause I wouldn't endure or tolerate it any more...

You were so mean to me,
your words and action weren't that very nice at...

She was and bruised,
by the man she thought she love...