I had a dream as a child
A reoccurring dream
And it repeat, repeat, repeat
And like wildfire it spread
Throughout every cell, throughout every stem
Every dead end within my body
And as a child, well, I could encourage myself
Encourage myself to scream
It was too late, the die had been cast
I spent some time thinking that I came around
But I still could trace the shape of his ugly mouth
He pulled all my teeth to mark me with his name
Now every night is the same
Maybe I'm young
Or born a whore
How could I love what I'm dying for?
He took my neck but I willingly tied the noose
My hands are tied and my legs are bruised
Blood rust and barely awake on the floor
And then I died for it once more
Maybe I'm young
Or born a whore
How could I love what I'm dying for?
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