"used"
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
drugs'now
i'm searching
for that second high
Funny
I feel used
abuse confuse
wrecking in silence!
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