At the age of 14, I lost the concept of being me   What we all had been taught by society's standard   Has now made me wrong   Love was something beautiful   And the greatest gift you could give   The attraction I felt was immoral   I was depraved and you made me wrong      Years before made me lie today   Love was only a feeling   And something I learned to direct   To be a part of your perfect world   Dress my scarred inner   Put me up the rope and try to reform