I'm so eager to please.
Yeh, I like it when you talk to me.
It feels so good inside your shadow,
Its the place I need to be,
Yeh I know I need to climb you like a tree.
There is a place inside,
Where all the good things die.
Sometimes I feel like a whore.
I hate the way I am around you,
I'm so nervous and werid.
Sometimes I feel like I'm breathing underwater.
You treat me like I am on fire,
Like I'm somethin to eat.
You make me hate what I see,
When I see me.
Yeh 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 my feel like a whore.
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