Let me walk the streets,
My soul now cold,
Let me live between sheets,
For I am now sold.
Here is my body,
My love will cost more,
my life we'll embody,
Dead to the core.
You get what you've paid for,
No more and no less,
Just me on the floor,
Yours to oppress.
You'll never see my pain,
Or the hate in my head,
I'm simply a stain,
Words never said.
So let you pay for love,
Let you take my broken soul,
a virtue of hate thereof,
For I will always be sold.
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