Lyric 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