I think I am a little late to answer this one but I used to think this song was beautiful when I first had the CD several years ago.
But now I can see it's real meaning to me since I am in a particular place in my mind and life.
I am a beautiful girl. I have always had a great set of morals, priorities, and heart. 'Beautiful inside and out' they all say.
But I have been on a quest to find satisfaction. So intensely that I started t sacrifice myself and compromise my morals for it. Once I had a taste of money and the things that came a long with it, I was hooked. It only made me hungry for more. I am not not a prostitute. I do not sell sexual favors in return for money. But I do sell the sight of myself for money.
Now I find myself with more money than I imagined and lusted after by hundreds of men a day. But it's lonely at the top. The thrill of shopping is gone. All pleasures are the same. There are few things that I want that I can't have. I am starting to feel like Dorian Gray.
The one line ' I wish I chose darkness from cold' is hitting home for me. I live in the light. But it's cold and empty. But I would rather feel warmth even if it is in the dark.
I am now battling myself. I don't know who I am anymore and I almost hope for heartbreak and pain to break this sick cycle.
I am young enough where I do not think I have wasted my life and I am trying to turn it around. But at this moment...this is how I feel.
I think I am a little late to answer this one but I used to think this song was beautiful when I first had the CD several years ago.
But now I can see it's real meaning to me since I am in a particular place in my mind and life.
I am a beautiful girl. I have always had a great set of morals, priorities, and heart. 'Beautiful inside and out' they all say.
But I have been on a quest to find satisfaction. So intensely that I started t sacrifice myself and compromise my morals for it. Once I had a taste of money and the things that came a long with it, I was hooked. It only made me hungry for more. I am not not a prostitute. I do not sell sexual favors in return for money. But I do sell the sight of myself for money.
Now I find myself with more money than I imagined and lusted after by hundreds of men a day. But it's lonely at the top. The thrill of shopping is gone. All pleasures are the same. There are few things that I want that I can't have. I am starting to feel like Dorian Gray.
The one line ' I wish I chose darkness from cold' is hitting home for me. I live in the light. But it's cold and empty. But I would rather feel warmth even if it is in the dark.
I am now battling myself. I don't know who I am anymore and I almost hope for heartbreak and pain to break this sick cycle.
I am young enough where I do not think I have wasted my life and I am trying to turn it around. But at this moment...this is how I feel.