2300
It's sunny outside
but cloudy in my head
Storms in my brain,
different men in my bed
Highly aware of my actions,
but not sure what they're for
yet it somehow makes me feel better
When a different man's at my door.
How is it possible for me to ever love a man
when the true feeling of love has never taken its stand?
I sit and I pray,
but day by day,
This storm in my head turns to a hurricane.
I am but a harlot to these dogs
and though they think me that way
it's my only way to feel loved
My mixed emotions cause my body to lust
as if my bed wasn't in action
I'd fade away to dust
These men only want one thing
and that's the only thing I trust
SO what's gonna happen when I don't wanna give it up?
I'll be un-loved and un-touched
It's like there's no way out
My fault for allowing my body
to be the benefit of the doubt.
