bloom me a flower

The ring you gave me, I hold onto. Not far from the scars.
When you fell to the floor, my heart broke again.
Lie, Deceive, Cheat and Rape.
How could you, How could you do that to the one you love?

The sweet simple voice of freedom calls out.
I can hear him in my dreams.
Next to the picture of your burning face.

The ring you gave me, not far from the scars.
Maybe if I throw it out, just like you threw me...
Maybe...

Steal my body, but deny the guilt.
Is this your idea of justification?
Is this your idea of satisfaction?
Bite my lip

It's almost over, doll.
You're consciousness and state of mind sickens me.
Makes me weak.

Love, is just a word.
Obligation.
Justification.
Temptation.

I'll stand up for myself.
Only for the voice of freedom, only for him.