'The only times she kissed a boy were when she needed to
And once or twice she forced herself to keep it up right through
The times she gave the act up were the times she felt alone
And yet they were the only times she truly felt at home'
Hey you know me inside out, don't you?

I really like the images I get when I read this.
" Lies are the bedrock of this hell in which we live
She told herself that she had nothing left to give " .
This is my favorite part.
KIX
Ayda
PS: Thanks for reviewing my writing. )