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Author: mrs-british-rockstar
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Angst - Published: 01-28-08 - Updated: 01-28-08 - Complete - id:2468736

Call me a whore

Call me a slut

Do your worst

The case is shut.

I’m still me

The girl next door

You may have needed more

But we both know that I’m no whore.

Just because your life was empty

Didn’t give you the right

Taking what you wanted

Leaving the rest to the cold of night.

I know you thought

That I felt something more

But it didn’t mean you had to lie

Saying that I was a whore.

‘Cause rumors spread fast

In our world today

So watch what you do

Watch what they say.

I hated the way you treated me

I hated the way you’d lie

I hated most how you made me smile

But it still hurt like hell when you made me cry.

Funny how fast

Friends will turn

You set the fire

They watched me burn.

So it comes down to this

You against me

Wake up every morning

And guess where they’ll be.

Are they by my side?

Or have they turned away?

Did they ignore you like the rest?

Or listen to the lies you had to say?

Do you really believe

I didn’t even try?

Every time I saw you that way

I had to walk away to cry.

It’s been so long now

I tried to put the past behind

But then they walk by

It’s all brought back to mind.

Yet somehow it’s different

Everything’s changed

Being with them

Brings back the pain.

You got to my friends

Put lies in their heads

Looks that they give

Make me wish I were dead.

But I’m gonna move on

Prove that I’m strong

Even if no one believes me

I know that you’re wrong.

Call me a whore

Call me a slut

Do your worst

The case is shut.

You may have needed something more

But I’ve always known that I’m no whore

And I’m all that matters anymore.



© Copyright 2008 mrs-british-rockstar (FictionPress ID:574015).


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