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 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 me feel like a whore

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