Sitting on the couch You put your hand upon mine Happiness spread throughout me Even though I don't like you like that It was just nice to be there With sombody that cared Your hands wandering all over my body In all the places they were before Making me feel like Nothing more than your whore You say you like me You gave up somebody that really does like you So you could have one night of fun with me The morning came and I felt sick You never apologized for before To you I am nothing more than a whore
Reason for writing:
Self explanatory.
Birth sign: Libra
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