You look at me like you know who I am
But every word you say to me is so bland
And I'm like a wall that keeps caving in
Never stop pretending what I have been
The scars and broken hearts never meant shit to you
It's okay I couldn't have aked for more
That sweet talk to bed me
As if I were some two dollar whore
A way with words is how you put it
Sorry, but it's the truth
You always told me to be straight forwrad, didn't you?
And I'm alone in this crowded house of people
I'm dying here with so much life
I can't stop what's already started
Mabey if I'm lucky, I'll die tonight
Wish I could wish I could
Just float away into the stars
I'd join them, but I'd be a disapointment
Too many nights of too many scars
Huddled up under the tree
You'll say prayers to me
Wishing me a nice after life
And to bad it ended with a knife
But you, you were never there
Pretending day after day to care
In truth ti you I was always just a whore
And I wasn't ever anything more.
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