seems like old times when women used to do the crying...
am I truly satan personified, the way they make me feel?
Do I commit a sin saving myself from falling into the pit of darkness?
I'm so bloody sick of being a freak magnet, or is it my skill that i turn men into freaks.
Where did the oh-so-chivalrous men go? Or am I too caught up in the fairy tale-ish think bubble of a prince charming riding across the wilderness and saving me from the demons?
Hell, no more! Won't take this any more...
I am my own prince charming
Time out!