Lies turned me inside out;
I always believed life would be fair—
beautiful.
Lured by his honey words,
I turned the devil toward my soul—
naïve boy.
Blinded by his beauty,
I always believed he would be there—
lustful fool.
Lies turned me inside out;
I always believed life would be fair—
beautiful.
Lured by his honey words,
I turned the devil toward my soul—
naïve boy.
Blinded by his beauty,
I always believed he would be there—
lustful fool.
I lay in a pillowy green field
a rush of warmth as I remembered
warm, fragile tears revealed I am loved
I heard you panting, groaning,
a rush of warmth as I remembered