I've silenced my heart and her aches for to long.

Let down all that I stood for when I dropped my soul friend to the floor and,

hands thrown to the sky,

Sold my soul to the crowd.

Had the nerve to throw her onto paper!

I can not tell you when she lost her innocence.

The age is just out of my grasp.

They says that's why she's depressed.

She is a child without innocence.

She doesn't think so.

She can't remeber.

"Wasn't I just born this way, born to play and act this way?"

She is all I fear I have become.

Molested kindy,

and a soul unforgiving.