The lights are on,

But no one’s home

I walk again

In dirty snow

Bare feet cold

Cracking and bleeding

But the misery keeps me warm

Pray for me.

Poor little match box girl,

Blinded only by my innocence.

I seem to think that you are God,

(Who else would have so much power?)

Oh father father,

I have sinned

I let him sell me again

Laying here,

I see the cracks in the walls

(or is it my skin?)

over your shoulder

and the rain fell through

Heaven was crying too

Oh father father

I have sinned

Oh why oh why

Did I believe him again?

The stench of your cologne,

The smell of you sweat

Still clings to me

A shroud of filth

Can I ever be clean?

Oh father father

I have sinned

I let him sell me again

Oh why oh why

Did I believe him again?

Oh father father

I have sinned sinned sinned

Let the condemning begin