I take your word like it was gospel
I'm so eager to please
yeah I like it when
you talk to me
it feels so good inside your shadow
(it's the place I need to be)
yeah I know I need to climb you
like a tree
there is this place inside
where all the good things die
sometimes I feel like a whore
(sometimes I feel like a whore)
I hate the way I am around you
(I'm so nervous and weird)
sometimes I feel like I'm
breathing underwater
you treat me like I am on fire
like I'm something to eat
you make me hate what I see
when I see me
yeah I dream of the day
when I learn how to make you pay
someday I'll teach you to beg
someday, someday
yes I live for the day
when I can hear you say
you make me feel like a whore
yes I dream of the time
when I can make you mine
(maybe then I'll feel half alive, more
alive, so alive)
there is this place inside
where all the good things die
you make me feel like a whore
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