Sweet Talker

I'm breathing
As you feed off my low self esteem
For that one moment I feel loved
I'll have ten alone and cold
But you do this to all the girls

I'm bleeding
As you shine me off the ceiling
Stealing secret tickles when 'she' can't see
You'll just deny it later
Like you have with all the girls

Nothing makes me think I'm special
To you, we're all identical
An endless supply you like to keep on hand
As we're so innocently decepted

I'm tainted
Becoming one of many
Burning wickedly just under the surface
Of her suspicious, yet trusting gaze
Just like all the girls