With her head held down
She doesn't know who she is anymore
She can't figure out what her life is for
Always searching....
Her reflection has become a sight she can't stand anymore
Only time she feels at home is when she's lying sick on a stranger's floor
Screaming and crying....
"God, I can't find the good door."
So sure sex is what she was born for
She uses her body once more
Why should she care
Her own dad treats her like a w***e
Someone please tell her she's worth more
Plotting and scheming has become something she lives for
She feels everyone hates her and don't want her around anymore
Some say she's sour
She'll never be nothing more
F**k....
She's rotten to the core
But looking into her eyes will leave even the best of people questioning if they even want love anymore
I don't know if she will ever be able to trust
Her beauty was stolen long ago
This is something most don't care to take the time to know
How can you love when your protector continues to rob your soul