Revealing the body, revealing the soul
To the one that is loved makes so much sense
However I cannot sacrifice it all
I cannot break my chain of innocence
Fear of touching, fear of being touched
I don't want to turn into Janet Weiss
Losing control's not 'something', it's 'too much'
Somewhere in between of disgrace and vice
Being closed, being dressed is modesty
Otherwise your mind will be never cleansed
Mary's path I chose I speak honesty
But should I break this chain of innocence?
Yet I know my choice's holding back my fate
You will not be loved if don't love yourself
I can see my beauty when in great state
I've kept it too long in my mindset's cell
I suppose I need to open the gates
You cannot be tender when you are tense
Happiness is not handed on a plate
I need to break the chain of my innocence