i could cry feverishly over him, but it would do no good.
i could beg him to see me, but he's blind.
i could offer my body and his lips to his whims
i could, but i'd much rather die.


he's tried to fill me, but i'm still wanting more
he's tried to push me, but i've already fallen
he's tried to kill me, but i'm dead to him now
he's tried all but kindness and love, now i'm gone.