I’m stuck in this trap,
This trap of being alone.
I’m sick of this crap,
I\'m sorry for having a moan,
But this is what I live with.
A life segregated, pushed away,
I don’t know how I can live,
When everything is not okay.
You see love is that one escape,
But when you can’t find it,
You tend to have a change in shape,
A change that I cannot commit.
As love is no more,
I will act like a whore.