Priceless
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I'm 17
Yet I've seen more sleepless nights and felt more damp pillowcases from the night before than I'd like to admit
In fairytales, men are supposed to make the women feel worthy and beautiful
But through my experience I've been shaped, tossed, and molded like a tool
He doesn't understand that the answers to being a better father aren't found at the bottom of a bottle
But I'm not trying to blame my issues with men on my daddy problems
I just think it's sad that when my mind faces a blank page, my pen writes what I can't even admit to myself
You came, made me different, and then left
So as clique as it sounds, the loss of my innocence I'm claiming is theft
Because your fingerprints are all over who I am and the murder scene goes back to only one suspect
You stole the only thing I couldn't replace
Because running the bases to you seemed like meerly a race
You were the first but your impact didn't only affect you, yet every other man after you too. I was just another woman you wanted to screw
So I began to do things because tomorrow I would choose to forget them
Robbed of my innocence is where it stemmed from
I relaized I would never be able to trust a lover again
Because I watched you lose interest when you said you'd love me til the end
So now when I think of you: you are you and I am me, seperately
And the only thing I can agree
Is that you stole something priceless from me