I can do you no harm  even though  I hide behind hatred  a child that's hurt followed the road  all little ghosts follow  Using the excuse  of a cruel world  a strange pleasure  in melancholy and horror  An empty body  washed shame away  indulging in the lust for evil  depending on the kindness of strangers  and the loving arms that smothered me  for I have sinned  and no regret can fail my presence  I can do you no harm  even though it has grown up  reminding me  the purpose of my life  the meaning of a sorrowful existence  A child that's hurt  can learn about the pain  a child that's hurt  can know how wonderful this is