Success Story

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