Lately I've started believing this world is fucked. I'm sure there is no peace, there can't be no love.

All love is fake and so is smartness. And hate is justice, "Just using darkness."

Being pretty means you are dumb. When you are ugly, there's nothing on your mind.

And a guy is a man when he makes a girl cry. While a girl is a whore for putting on a smile.

A girl is a slut for trying to hide it. Her body, her tears, her insecurities.

A guy is so strong for destroying her. And he has the right to worsen the hurt.

While I hide my features, my curves and my skin. You had the right to touch me, to sin.

And I try to fight back and make the days bright. While you bring a storm, hate when people laugh.

Lately I've started seeing these ghosts. They're saying I'm a liar, calling me a whore.

Lately, my own fingers are pointing at me. Because I can't find any sense in all of this.

Thanks to you I'm starting to believe you're actually right. Because how could you have done this when I was your "love"?