I am your stepping stone, I am the mistake that made you close your
eyes, I am your battered wife, I am the regret that turns the bottle
dry. Here is a shattered image, no longer dressed up in your lies,
your eyes connect - the guilt will eat you alive. I am your Sunday
clothes, six days of sins and lies. I am your late night at the
office, I am your daughter's unheard cries. Live life like a king:
abuse, misuse, no one heard a thing and the news and the television
they are telling you "a man has got to do what a man has got to do
