I want to feel real
I don't want to feel sad
yet I should be happy to feel
I hate that the cutting
somehow stops the pain
frees my mind and hides his name
I can't do these flashbacks no more
I can't see me there, his little whore
I'm sick in my stomach from pretending it's good
nothing will remove that no matter how much food
I hate this still happening
it should be well gone now
but even with the flash carwe
when on my own don't know how
I have no one to turn too
I'm scared they get bored
of the same old, same old, same old
WHORE
my husband left me
walked out on us all
people kept saying I should have a ball
how could I, without the only man who knows
I felt sad and scared
but much to prove,
now he has came back I don't know what to do
I look at it with hate in my heart from what he done
he left me to rot to fail to be a mother on my own
now I'm scared to love him again
to trust him like I've never trust men
I'm scared he has lied and cheated to me
scared he will do it again, we will see
for now I'm stuck, stuck in this place
wanting to die, to cut or be numb
wanting to think, without feeling a whore
wanting to live without fear outside the door
wanting to be normal, wanting to be sane
but that's never gonna happen,
never gonna be
I'm a whore I'm dirty and that's just me...
