Filth
Do you have no morals?
You'd do anything for satisfaction
At the drop of a hat, you're on your knees.
All you want is a fix.
Or maybe you're after something physical
Most would classify you as a whore,
you and your accomplice.
But I know better than that
You're nothing but a disappointment to the human race
All of you
You're all the same
You're only as good as the tasks in which you partake.
He tells you he loves you,
but only when you perform his dirty deeds.
That's not love, sweetheart.
He's using you to get what he wants
He knows you'll give it to him, too.
You're easy.
You're weak.
And I can see where you're headed
You're just going to end up brokenhearted.
He'll find someone else, you know he can.
Don't let him ruin you
Don't be his slave.
You're better than that.
You're better than that, and you know it.
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