Cut and paste me like a construction paper collage

Grime and grunge coat me like dirty blankets to save me from my fate

I huddle in doorways out of the wind in the sides of your eyes you can see me

And you call me gorgeous and pretty and fair and ask what the hell is a girl like you doing in this fucked up city

You shake your head and repeat it all and walk away down the shadowy streets and I cringe at the pitying stares

Night comes and strips me away from it all and I walk back to the dirty trains and I fall back into electric love and robotic words

Metal gleams as I undress

If you have nothing at all it isn't worth trying to hold on to something

The streets aren't substantial meals and being pretty in a city like this won't get you anywhere but a dark alleyway with a man who isn't listening when you say no

Cut and paste me like a construction paper collage

Remember me when you walk the sidewalks and pity those without.