Hold on, hold on to my tears,
Trust me for all its worth,
Crave my being through thick and thin,
Help me hold back my tears, my trembling wrath..
Hurt me when I can't be patient,
Let me cry myself to sleep tonight,
Set me free, drag me higher,
Let the tears flow down and blind my sight..
Pay me for my resistance,
Against the broken wall do I hide myself,
Rushes and more of them,
In the golden memories I lose myself..
Make me bleed, my blood is cheap,
Use my being for the light shall not last,
Let me mourn the slow death of my pride,
Toss me away to regret my past..
Pay for my 'virtues' lost,
Of patience and of tolerance,
The futile dreams of seeing them grow,
The helplessness of it all you do enhance..
Make me cry for a forceful push,
Whip me for a refusal,
Hurt me, oh master, for a damned mistake,
Bury us master, for we are base and dull..
But answer me why, oh master,
Why is it me, for whom?
I've lost myself in oblivion,
In endless darkness, endless doom!
Stripped and polished, everyday and every night,
Yes, oh master, I do struggle everyday..
The struggle of my fragile being,
To keep my womanhood at bay.
