From the mouth of Roxanne wolf.Look into my eyes and tell me honestly what kind of monster you see an angry ghost a mask the symptoms of mine diseases is that all you seem to see But what about broken discarded betrayed alone what about the real me that I want you to know this waltz forcing my hand can’t you try to understand I don’t wanna be twisted but I am. If we could only shed or shells wear a mask and escape the cells on the surface we could start new We could go if we look like you now it’s time to make the switch it only stings for a little bit he will stay and we get to leave thanks to you everyone will see Daddys little monsters