Who can blame me when I sought to dispose of the thorns that kept me from being accepted and loved?
Who can blame me from wearing the mask I wore so I can hide my uniqueness from the world that only knows one face, one virtue, one barren sky?
Who can blame me when I sought to dispose of the thorns that kept me from being accepted and loved?
Who can blame me from wearing the mask I wore so I can hide my uniqueness from the world that only knows one face, one virtue, one barren sky?