Is life supposed to be like this
Whoring and selling out to be someone
Heroin, cocaine, LSD and speed
Mental illnesses and bisexual love
I'm so glam in my faux-fur coat
Kissing girls and drinking champagne
I let them tape while I fuck a stranger
I'll do anything to draw attention
As a child I've been molested
I've been mocked, and I've been beaten
Scars on my arms faded away
But now I'm a whore, a culture slut
I am everything, still I have nothing
I love you, I hate you
Manic depressive
Call me your lover, I don't give a fuck
Everybody loves me,
No one respects me
Take my body,
Throw my mind away
I cannot make a living
With just my intelligence
Too shallow, to greedy
Just a faceless nihilism. |
Submission Name: A sold out soul, a youth fucked up
