I can’t remember the age
But I told a lie,
And told another lie,
It brought a sense of fulfillment,
Knowing if I hit the nail on the head, they wouldn’t understand,
I was young, shy and naive
And occasionally stole money from my mother.
It is only a matter of when; fornication
To sin is one of the reasons we live
I don’t know, I’m always one sin away from the next one.