Walking across the line
Wandering into this
Addictions are to fight
How dark is abyss

Dreams are to intertwine
With what the pure bliss it is
Addictions are to fight
A tendency to remiss

My youth cries out "inspect me!"
Beaten, broken and bruised-oh no!
As the dawn's cracking up, near the sea
I end up all abused- ooh no!

They whisper "her ripper!"
All whisper "the ripper!"