Not About a Man

The eye of the stove, it singed my flesh Though the bright red cried, "don't touch" My hand, I planted and forever branded My heart still gripping the clutch I paid the price, as they said I would naive pieces of my soul, spent Now my innocence has went bankrupt I no longer expect your repent My child like heart, now corrupted With my understanding nature, you ployed You lured me in, puppy dog eyes My faith in mankind, destroyed A hopeless romantic, such an early green My virginity, you have tainted Now I'm a whore, like the rest of the world My pure, white veil, you painted