Indecisive pain, stuck deep in my brain,
Slipping into a coma of blackness,
Surrounded in mind burning pain,
What have I done, I’m so tactless,
Couldn’t have been more blind,
Can’t think, can’t breath, can’t hold up my head,
Can’t live like this, can’t change my mind,
So hard just to get out of bed,
Feels so good, the love is there,
But after I’m left feeling dead again,
Sick of being a sexual affair,
Nothing but a sex toy for men,
Am I really good for nothing other then that,
Other then cooking and cleaning and sex,
Just a naked girl you pull out of your hat,
Never anything more then a sex object,
Some days I wonder if I’ll ever be more then this,
More then a toy for your enjoyment,
But I love you is what you insist,
Sex always seems to be my employment,
This feeling makes me hate myself,
Makes me feel small and insignificant,
Making a fabulous name for yourself,
Though the moment my mind enchants,
Am I dying or am I already dead,
Hurting yet smiling so you cant know,
Shame and pain running through my head,
Like I’ll never be anything but your little hoe!
