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 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
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