Some stories ring so true, a reality hitting deep   Some stories ring so true, putting life in perspective   She knew what she would encounter   Knowing what was to come   Knowing the past would catch up to her   Her heart was nearly hard by the lust inside   Alone and on borrowed time   Bound by guilt, she was bound by guilt   Alone and on borrowed time   This tormented soul, shunned by so many   Her eyes became dry from having no where else to run   She had only one thing left to hold onto, the only one who really cares   Someone who cares, who really cares   What can I measure to be when I ignore those who are oppressed and mistreated?   What can I measure to be, ignoring all that's meant for me?   I was once like her   The wrongs she had written would be erased and forgotten   His love was for sure and she now knew this for sure