Care to hear my reality
as time slips between us
and i have no mind
but the mind that beholds us
So dare to think of me as something more
Than just a washed up woman a bedroom whore
than just a person with flesh and veins
than just a being with glory and pains
If you could think of me as the stars
then i could think you are more
Than callus build up and half healed scars
I could think you are more.