If Only I Wasn't a Fucking Whore.

If I told you I was crying right now, what would you do?
Would you retreat your steps and take back every word you screamed?
Or would you stay your way and erase whatever love that seemed
to live between us, kill it with everything inside of you?

You know, I really do love you, even if you do yell at me
Cause baby, love is in the heart, not what they eye can see
But if you truly think of me, as the little whore across the street
Then go, scram, get out of here babe. I don't need your weak meat.