I'm a slave to lust again
A lover of different men
Not caring where it comes from
But really need to love some.
Feeling overwealmed
Realizing what is hell
Earning more respect
Altogether loosing it so direct
Keeping it together fake fully
Someone love me for what's left of me
Calming all cruelty
Owning shit that I didn't do
More love equals less of you
Earning more respect
Over and over time elects
Under the sheets you stain the pillows
Turning things red before they bellow
At least I'm not a prostitute
That gets paid to give destitute
Never again will I do it again
In and out our and in
Giving the last of what I owned
Hoping to get a call on the phone
Too tired to try to move on
But too tired to even go on.
