I struggle some more

Why won't you open the door

My feet are weary and I think

Like I smell like an onion

I'm not a victim

It's just circumstance

And I'm labeled a whore

I've said it before

I struggle and I struggle some more

Please tell me you will open your heart

Tell me you will welcome my tradeswork

My handicraft and my chaos

And my serene fire

My delicious fire

I desire so much more

But I struggle and I struggle some more

Yes, I've said before this is my life

Beyond the pretty picture

I struggle and I struggle more and more

This is my life

I struggle and I struggle some more

Rock Vanity