I am your stepping stone, I am the mistake that made you close your eyes, I am your battered wife, I am the regret that turns the bottle dry. Here is a shattered image, no longer dressed up in your lies, your eyes connect - the guilt will eat you alive. I am your Sunday clothes, six days of sins and lies. I am your late night at the office, I am your daughter's unheard cries. Live life like a king: abuse, misuse, no one heard a thing and the news and the television they are telling you "a man has got to do what a man has got to do."