Serial

I'm not the first I know But will I be the last This dirty side you show We've definitely moved to fast Who else has been here Do the faces blur into one Everything now is coming clear And no I'm not having fun You wish you had a doll instead of a girl Never returning to the last Your touch now makes my toes curl A sickening feeling from the past What did they have that I don't Not much to offer I guess You told me to scream but I won't The blood makes such a mess She was the women you loved A replacement you work to create Your hands both tightly gloved You tell me I'm lucky number eight Ashamed and naked I lay For all the world to see Someday I'll make you pay In the next life it may be They wonder where I am No one would ever expect This lion prays on a lamb Your last prize to collect A place I've never seen And still will not Your hands have been scrubbed clean The desert I lay in is hot 3 years to find my body My best years are gone They make you sound gaudy And turn me into a delicate swan Plucked from her prime of life To let rot and decay All for the love of your wife Whose body next to, I do lay