my name is forgotten
my structure lean
my fingers quiver
and I cant see
people fill the room
like sheep being lead
a herd of ignorance
follow the voices in my head
I feel subdued
my passion undeniable
yet my eyes and smile
come across as desirable
what person is she
to be aching and red
what a person to be
so I'm not me instead
such a nice girl
who's so tired and conflicted
what a pretty girl
who's problems are self inflicted
a jumble of words clear the surface of my head
shush little girl
ill let them see my emotions
as long as they say I'm their world
they kiss me gently and spread my legs
and no matter what I wont say no
because if I let them do as they please
they'll say the love they show
bad boys who lie on my bed
smoking and petting my thighs
bad boys who will always stay a while
to say 'I love you' isn't a lie
pretty boys in shredded clothes
and nothing in their heads
pretty girls with broken hearts
who need three special words to be said
oh what a world to be in
to be broken but living
where the only way to pay the rent
is to sell what you've got and just keep breathing
