It's an amounting pressure that builds
And binds
To a weak young girl who has nothing
In mind

She lays in her concious
But
Vicious in good time

So she wonders and ponders
All sorts of things
So she'd know just what
To say to men

'Cause if she continues
As werid as she is
She will end up alone
Sad and scared

But the truth is
My friends who've
Read

That this young girl
May was well be possibly
Dead

See to live in this
Life one must live
As it is willed
Or else it is nothing
Else but wasted
Ashes on this earth

So breath
Cry
Do as you like

But never ever
Question the power
Or life