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Let's Trade Vanity for Dignity
Lies of beauty
Seeping words of venom
Make their way through my mind
Into my heart
Stabbing at the organ
Bleeding out my worries
Crying out for all of the lost time
Poorly spent
Mind and body
Pulsating, rushing
Faster, faster
Let's not waste more time
Convinced I wanted you
All of you
In exchange for me
All of me
It doesn't take much to delude
Those who wallow in self-hate
Whispering like childhood secrets
Except no one is around
No one to hear me scream
No one to hear those lies you fed me
Sweet, soft, spoon-fed lyrics
Stellar upon my fragile ear
Vows to be gentle
I'm only a child
Vulnerable, foolish, easy to deceive
Broken words lose meaning too quickly
Back to the floor, my body given up
So you may please your own
Take me;
Every last piece of me
Is yours for the taking
And by God, you'll take it
Along with my dignity
Never was worth much to begin with
Leaves me alone, inundated by fear
Tears fall--naked eye to naked body
A woman who’s strength crushes men
Ironically let her guard down at one’s simple words
Filthy, dirty, ashamed of what I’ve become
Quintessence of disgust in my own reflection
Any piece of self-respect
That once rushed through my veins
Is now torn and bruised
Like those stunning marks you left me
The one with the magic touch
Seems to have touched too much
The fault, the blame
Belongs solely to me and my g-string
I had wanted my dignity to disintegrate
Only to gain your approval
Such a sucker for cruel intentions
At least I was right; that's exactly what you had
You're not the only one;
My own intentions immoral
Using you to destroy myself
You’re my tool for self-abuse
Because it’s too hard to love someone
Who gives herself up so easily.
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