Who am I?
A daughter? A sister? A friend? A midnight lover?
They pauperize me.
They prompt me every now and then to question what's my purpose.
I can't exactly say how I feel.
I guess when you don't feel the way I feel, you would never feel me.
Am I simple?
I pray every night.
Being simple is blithe.
It's good to be blind.
Perhaps I'm blind?
Am I true to myself?
Can I be naked to you?
A daughter? A sister? A friend? A midnight lover?
They pauperize me.
They prompt me every now and then to question what's my purpose.
I can't exactly say how I feel.
I guess when you don't feel the way I feel, you would never feel me.
Am I simple?
I pray every night.
Being simple is blithe.
It's good to be blind.
Perhaps I'm blind?
Am I true to myself?
Can I be naked to you?
Or would you prefer me the way you've always wanted me to be?
I think I am wrong.
There's four living in me.
A daughter. A sister. A friend. A midnight lover.
There's four living in me.
A daughter. A sister. A friend. A midnight lover.
Maybe it's time to seek the value again.
I bursted out in manic laughter when I caught Cheezer in this sadomasochism act.
Busted Cheezer!
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