• It seems I'm chased all the time
    Death is nothing but a mere thought in the back of my head
    Thus I have only seen a mere glimpse of life.
    All the lies All the pain
    I am a so called monster for having emotions
    Showing what I can really be.
    Is that so horrible?
    Yes it just might be I can't help who I am.
    But yet I don't know. Who I am
    I've taken the name Honey
    In which has been slaughtered by the human race
    Golden tears fall from thou face
    My blood shed stained upon your grace.
    What have I done
    Something so unforgivable
    Abandonment by your own loved ones
    Such pain
    Why me why why
    Have only I been labeled the monster
    For expressing who I can really be
    My inner strength
    My one weakness
    My sensitive core