So I'm a whore?
Is that it?

Maybe one day you'll know my kiss.
But probably not,
Because dont you see?
Look at what you did to me.

You've broken me twice now,
And you don't care . . .
So from now on I'll never be there.

There at your side,
A pure innocent smile,
With sparkling, brown eyes. . .

A smile you defiled,
With your filthy hands and mouth.

Now all I want is to get out,
Never expect to touch me ever again,
And never expect my love.

Your love was my drug,
Until you broke me down.

Your words burned me,
Your touch shattered me.

I'm done with your shit,
So go ahead and be mad at me.

Regrets are for those who don't think,
Pain is only for the weak.

These words said to me long ago,
Cry out to me. . .
And now I must go.