And you proved to be untrue.
So now I'm just a listless girl
A bitch without a soul.
I sold my soul for a hickey,
A hickey and a scar
Which you burned into my flesh
With everything you are.
You can call me a liar, a slut, a whore,
But really, you're just closing the door.
You'll always have a part of me, though;
Of course you will, you have my soul.
Now everything that bears your name
Is tainted with my loss of innocence.
Your facelessness corrupted me
But will not change me.
I'm still the same bitch I was before,
Minus the soul.