And I remember being in your home
In your bed
Insecure thoughts
ran through my head...

Like, do you love me?
Do you really care?
Satisfaction and pleasure
I could not share...

I knew I shouldn't have been there
I had the answers
And the truth hurt
But it was too late to go...

I had already dropped my skirt.
Yearning to belong but still alone
And repeating the same old heartbreak  song...