today i watched the tears roll down my bloated cheeks as they hit my shirt
i haven't done anything wrong but somehow i'm still the one who got hurt
why am i like this?
when you look at me do you see what i see?
a love-stricken girl grown sick of herself?
is that the image you have of me?
or do you see a vulnerable victim?
one that is desperate for human touch?
someone who hasn't found wisdom?
do you see a girl you can control?
i'll allow you to take me as a gain
in your sad prison of false love
as long as you take away the pain
as long as you take away the hurt