there are innocent victims
in my game of charades
but i can't help myself
i have to protect me
i'm all alone in a world filled with aids
it's dangerous out there
and i'm kind of valuable
so i protect me like crystal
and i'll hide in my little room
until i can get back on my good foot
make my own money
and fulfill my needs
i'm not turning to anyone
because none of you ever help
the only person who soothes my soul
is God, himself.
© LL
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