They asked for innocence
And the child gave it all
Before it even knew
What they were actually asking for
Luster of the life
Faded through time
Oh, they say time heals every wound
But it got worse every other night
Years ticked by
Through these bawling brown eyes
And all the truth faded
In the pool of the lies
Question after questions
Ain't no solution it could find
One wrecked through the bones
As to what could it have been if not the dirty little child...?
Was it the lack of love
Or was it the dirty little slut
At the age of five?
Did it not deserve the love
Or lust the only type of love
For the quiet kinds?
Time keeps ticking by
And it still just a child
Vacant space of a heart
Lost to buy some time
No sense of indentity
No definition of love
Innocence lines the pureness
But lack of it makes one tough.
