• .Every Bodies doing it

    is what you say when you hand me the joint
    Just one won't hert
    You'll be just fine

    I still remember that day
    When you said it was ok
    I would be okay

    My world was yours
    Nothing but putty in your hands
    Till that day
    when you let me slip...

    The day you let me fall to the ground
    Like the putty I was
    To used
    To hurt
    To hold again

    You said we were forever
    I said that I loved you

    But all that
    Was the monster talking
    The monster...

    That stole my power
    my body
    My faith

    And to this day I am just one of your
    victims
    or should I say
    that I am
    nothing more than a monster myself...