Being a woman is hard.
Actually,
Being a woman
You expect me to be
Is hard.
Being who I am,
Well now,
That's really easy.

So society tells me
I should be thin
Maybe look like 'em supermodels
I guess since
That's not happening
I'll go drown my "sorrows"
In a box of ice cream.

Be beautiful
By putting all that mush on my face?
Sorry, no thank you
I'll pass.
I'll be me with all my spots, marks
Freckles and all.

Because you see,
What I am,
Well the genes,
Were handed to me,
By the two most beautiful people
In the world,
Yes, freckles and all.

I am independent
I am smart
I dont need to look like a clown
To please your senses.
I'm much more than
What's on the surface.
So if you wanna like me
Its a package deal,
Freckles and all.

We're dying to live and yet we're living to die.

"It's  time"      
                                       TICK  TOCK
                                                  ­                        TICK  TOCK

                         ­                         “The death has come!”

                                        TICK  TOCK
 ­                                                                 ­        TICK  TOCK

                                         ­             “You  can't hide!”
                               ­                         “You can’t run!”

                                        TICK  TOCK
  ­                                                                 ­       TICK  TOCK

                                          ­                        "But"
                                 ­                       "Save your life!”
                                                         ­  “Go! Run!”
                                                     “Don’t look behind!”

                                       “HUH!  HUH!”
                                                ­                        “HUH! HUH!”
                                                        
                                                          “Tim­e’s up”

“Oh God,”
                                                           ­                                    “It’s just a dream.”

I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

There is a certain beauty
found in silence, terror too.

Infected with sin virus
causing
immortal death--
from Adam to me.