It's dark under the bridge.
I will meet you at the pillars.
The crowd will disappear.
Does not matter...
I only see your torch.
Burning for me.
A beacon that cannot be ignored.
Separate journeys often lead to the same place.
Father time offering a shaky foundation.
The steps are scary...
They creak and break.
The climb is hard, the fall is worse.
You will never make it with armor.
The weight is to much to bear.
Changing into a skirt and heels.
Also too much to bear sometimes.
But even Father time notices.
He told me to change.
So I did, and he wants me more yes...
In order to torture me more.
The arrows embedded deep.
But you try to pull them out.
Still you cannot save me.
Salt in the wounds.
I will give you fried rice.
You don't want to hear the stories, nobody does.
How many men? today it's only you.
Those scratches are my nails on your back.
You signed me deeply.
So hungry, and I will feed you what you need.
And what will you do to get something.
To get me in your stomach.
You will always meet me at the bridge.
To the right is hell.
To the left is heaven.
But for me it's all hell.
You better wear a helmet.
I have no home so lead me into your bed.
That's where I belong.
No angel, and still I try to shine.
But the darkness just consumes more of me.
And you want what they all want.
To find that endless eagerness and youth.
Scratching your initials inside me.
A rough and lewd pattern.
The same knife, a simple proposition.
My heart is served raw.
I will shine your steel.
You can fight with me if you want.
I already lost but I will win this round.
My aches forging you new armor.
Father time stopped time for me.
Not as a favor, just to torture me more.
Save me, if just for a moment
that never moves forward.
I will be your river, throw your knife in me.
Bleeding for eternity...
I will come for you at the bridge.