Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture struck
Born into a peasant monarchy, A life of inherited luxury. This newborn Prince with his silver spoon, His life unfolds and will change soon. His father, the King, is not
Emotions are easily spent, twisted and forever bent. When fixations are not returned the lines are so quickly obscured. When I am haunted by your vision
man? What emotions are and not felt? I don't want your flesh I'm not your whore But you want my blood I'm not a whore I can't even comprehend Why this
I'll not break free Pain's invention, madness Truth eternally Beyond my grasp is a life That I will never attain Happiness, joy, not in sight Supplanted by truth's dark
dangerous Sexuality At its most diseased Has enslaved us... I wish I could give you severe details, But now's not the time nor the place. I've sojourned
Potentially there's no safety Inside these walls, I'm forced to be Unprotected to cruelty I'm not at my own mercy The most important time in my life
knew Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture struck
caution into my remaining years. I am quite sure that in these words, There's not much hope that things will ever change. Maybe my time for suffering'
had the word, the world was forced to heed. How many times they led astray, their flock was shown no mercy. "It's God's will", not good enough, minds