Doll, remember when you were ever so innocent?
         Do you remember when you used to take care of your body?
         Do you you remember yourself before being broken?
Darling, remember when you never let a boy near you?
All I can feel for you is sorrow and pain.
Because you love being tied to the bed. And you love the feeling of having two strong hands wrapped around your neck. And you love the feeling of getting beaten and getting smacked until you have bruises.
I agree, your body is a canvas. A canvas that you let everyone, even the pastor from Sunday mass paint on. I would say you do this for...love. But the bills cant pay themselves and that drug you keep injecting yourself with isn't cheap. My baby, remember when you ever so innocent?