It's my golden hour
So I'm setting my gruesome past in flames
Don't want to disappoint those who really loved me
No point in setting myself up for failure
to lose my life to this terrible danger
called pornography
As corny as it may seem
addictions take years to disappear
but I'd rather they disappear than me

I'm waking up
to make it out
I'm walking out
to make it up to those who really loved me
I'm waiting
to make it clear to everyone that I was never born a pervert,
but the demons in this world wide web
taught me self-harm
in the name of self-love;
how to be a prey
so as to answer their prayers
And did you know?
Avicii told me so;
he knew I was empty inside
except for that spark of goodness
that could burn as a beautiful bonfire in this harsh winter hour