I entered her life, but as for her heart, she closed the gates.
Not because some random man ripped off her clothes in rape
But because she dined with destiny and chose her plate.
I wished to expose those fakes, of men who break the heart of the meek
We all have a role. In my life she played the part of unique
Her outside hard as can be, I smoked to flush it away
I saw the world in black & white, meanwhile stuck in the Grey
She said I trust in your ways, I feel exactly the same
But heterosexuality is masochism. It's an attraction to pain