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Comfort don't love me 
I let people step on me 
I'm ugly 
I've come to conclusion
what I'm doing 
is in my own illusion
and it bug me
I'm  used 
like a hooker 
on the boulevard
working for money
I feel used like 
i'm searching 
for that second high
I feel used
abuse confuse 
wrecking  in silence!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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