Lost Girl

With her head held down She doesn't know who she is anymore She can't figure out what her life is for Always searching.... Her reflection has become a sight she can't stand anymore Only time she feels at home is when she's lying sick on a stranger's floor Screaming and crying.... "God, I can't find the good door." So sure sex is what she was born for She uses her body once more Why should she care Her own dad treats her like a w***e Someone please tell her she's worth more Plotting and scheming has become something she lives for She feels everyone hates her and don't want her around anymore Some say she's sour She'll never be nothing more F**k.... She's rotten to the core But looking into her eyes will leave even the best of people questioning if they even want love anymore I don't know if she will ever be able to trust Her beauty was stolen long ago This is something most don't care to take the time to know How can you love when your protector continues to rob your soul