horrors

who's to blame if we don't make a name, is it someone we didn't know?, and we see that's to be is to be, and even that's still a big unknown, and if we try to be real, there's a sense that i lose, just to get it right, i can't believe you don't see, that it's me and not the ink, that you're holding tight, well it's my way this time, it makes me feel like i've moved from the back to front, and the choice is mine, so let me practice as to what i preach, running away it seems to be the only choice i ever come by, by getting my back against the wall you make me realize i've come this far, again and again you make me feel like something that i have is nothing, your taking your time but then you'll realize that all of this has made you, look so complicting.yeah, we're all just whores, a time, a place, a mood, but you won't get it out of me, ya step, ya play, ya fool, i got the shit pouring' out of me, it's in the way that i think, and i follow what i think is very nesessary, so come on let's a step up, want to find out what it's like to be me, all these decisions, now who's to believe?, it's all contradiction, so who should i be?, cause your decisions, not my decision, so please just go away, we're all just whores