Something Cheap

January 27, 2016

I've been here waiting to do better for myself and others

Can't say I don't love myself

I'm perfectly okay with not being okay

You see it's others around me

I'll never understand

How they treat me

I'm not something cheap

With morals i will not just let you come and go

Yet you always ask to use me as if I'm so

I always ask if your okay even when I already know

You can't tell me it's okay thinking I'm gone believe, it's just not that simple to pull a me on me

Turn to drinks and forget simple implications

Forget what I'm always asked to do

But I could never give love to you in that way

I'm just not her

That's just not me

So if you asking for a fuck

Go talk to another hoe in the streets

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