I sell myself so cheap, Give my soul for so little, In hopes that I might keep, A half loved love so brittle. In handing him my body, I am weakening my mind, And in keeping saying sorry, I leave myself behind. I wish that I could hate him, And remember who I am, But dangerously I love him, I’m his sacrificial lamb. He’s killing me, But I like it, I’m dying, I am.