I don't know anymoreI am so unsureWorse off than ever beforeNo longer the one they adore
I am seen with nothing but abhorMy whole body is soreI am putting my mind at warIt's shaking me to the core
These feelings I cannot ignoreWhile I sit and stare at the floorI refuse to be seen as a choreYou send me off to explore
But really I've been a whoreMy innocence I can't restoreI cannot face all the goreI have mistakes galore
I can no longer imploreBut I will stop, I sworeI need to swim ashoreLet my inner lion roar
It's my time to soarI will reopen each doorI know I need moreBut what was it all for?
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Jaylee Clover
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