And I draw my last breath
As I'm lying on the floor
Waiting for my taste of death
Because I'm just a whore.
I trusted you with everything
But it wasn’t enough for you
Like a butterfly with a broken wing
It seems so off, and yet so true.
I have this gun held to my head,
My finger is resting on the trigger,
Who is here to stop this bullet of
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