Hear. A Whore.

There's nothing more than your hair

Or you braces teeth

Or your smile on your webcam

And I hate to hear you said about the book of your face

I wont pretend that I hate your OH-SO-HANDSOME friends

With their cute attitude

Cigarette on their hand

And I'd love to watch them die like that

With you among them

It can only make me see

That you're just something i shouldnt know

Because I'm just an innocent kids

With my joy friends 

With a laugh that you will never get

With no friends from the other space like yours

Hot pants

Fitted, eye-throughed shirt

Smoking boys, drugs

There's nothing more you could ask for more

And, oh, there are your friends!

With their same hot pants

Sit on their boy's knees

Start to making out

Each hugs and kisses

Will turn to something more

What a whore

But do they care?

Never

They even like it and ask for more

Whore, whore, whore

When you start to type on your blog

It can only make me sick

Just let me make you feel full of pain

Then I let you die