You put a price tag on your body, but the money goes towards paying your guilt and shame.
You've given yourself as an object to claim.
And they whisper loud enough so you can hear every word that rips you down and makes you to blame.
I wish you could know the wealth I know and I with you could see the beauty I see.
I want you to escape this sad reality.
You're not worth the pain and shame and that ugly fame. Oh, it's all the same.
And the lies that you believe that you're not worth the best.
But girl, forget the rest.
You're worth it to be loved.
Downtown it such a chilly place. Oh you'd know, you know.
Is it lonely when they ask that man you're with where he picked you up?
To them you're just another case.
Someone who doesn't deserve a chance, you're just one more face.
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