She lives a life of concealed seclusion She's a captive, a hostage of promiscuous illusion From outside looking in, it's deceiving prosperity But the acts you'll witness are degrading vulgarity She slips off her blouse as he lays currency down She's praying "Oh God, just don't let me drown" When it's done and over, it's such a relief Tears streak her face, yet she turns back to the streets Her heart is broken and she can't fix it, so the money she made goes straight to addiction She tries over again to not feel degraded so she numbs all the pain until she's faded Another fix, another John One more night, one more con..
*** trafficking is very real and more common than you think. Don't look the other way.