I carved a new niche
But still lost my balance
After years of feeling sick
I'm the one whose causing it.

While innocence was always what I held onto
I dropped that at his door
Rushed into bed
and still crave for more

I'm not the same little girl
I know.
You can call me whatever you want
but I'm not a whore

I really do love him
despite those fights
and what I call him when he wins
But I'll always try too hard just to feel him again

His place beside me
it feels so right
at least when I'm
getting sleep at night

I know its not healthy
to think such awful things
but he led me to this
he left my wing.