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