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