There's a question

of sanity

every time you tell me

you're in love with me

There's a line

you've crossed long ago

the line between safety and how I'm

getting home

Do you like what you see

do I fulfill your every

perverted

dream

Its not a question

of how much a man you really aren't

to pick me up and

buy me pretty things

and tell me that I'm smart just to

get a little closer

to get your hands in places you've

probably never felt before

But no matter how sleazy or

cheesy you may seem

it still wrecks a deep unknown

part of me

to know you're getting what you want

while I'm just the whore who was

never taught

that dignity is needed

to survive in this world

Then again

you sacrifice dignity when you're a

pretty girl

so touch us

and use us and

take away our voice

and we'll just sit back and

watch

because

we don't have a choice

But soon you'll understand

you can't spite a girl without

feeling revenge first hand

so touch me and

use me and

tell me I deserve it

cause soon I'll make you question if

it was really worth it

as I rise

from the ashes

what do you really see

in me