The whore

I hear the snickering,
the laughing
I feel the stares.
I know that everyones talking
and i know that everyone glares.
You cant think i dont hear you
You cant think i dont care.

I hear the word whore
everytime i walk by a group of girls
and i think its funny how
half of them arent virgins themselves
and yet im the one who gets the name.
I guess they're not to blame

We live in a society now where its ok until you get caught
and then the one who gets caught
takes one for the whole team
well im not the one who's going to go down
and it wont be as easy to bring me down as it seems.

I can say it wasnt my fault,
and i can say that i wasnt all there
i can tell you the whole story
and make you see that there was more blame there

But i could have said no
to anything before
i didnt need to go to his house
and if i had wanted to, i could have stopped all this
i wouldnt been called a whore

I hear your snickering,
I see your stares
I know your wondering
if my mind was even all there
how i could let this happen
and what im going to do
i know the answer to all of this
but why should i share it with you?