I prostitude my life for my freedom

Sacrifice, I dare not say

When all in life have abondon

for themselves, and their selfish ways.

How ironic I wonder

when I woice out they dispare.

How can one be themselves

When they all squirm and stare.

Flase pretenses, under angelic smiles

Once point out they all cried, "Not I!"

I no longer want nor wonder,

if there is ever such man exists.

The one that's true and without a shadow of doubt,

Sadly...there can never be one like this.