Something Cheap
I've been here waiting to do better for myself and othersCan't say I don't love myselfI'm perfectly okay with not being okayYou see it's others around meI'll never understand How they treat meI'm not something cheapWith morals i will not just let you come and go Yet you always ask to use me as if I'm so I always ask if your okay even when I already know You can't tell me it's okay thinking I'm gone believe, it's just not that simple to pull a me on meTurn to drinks and forget simple implications Forget what I'm always asked to do But I could never give love to you in that way I'm just not her That's just not meSo if you asking for a fuck Go talk to another hoe in the streets