This virginity I’ve guarded so closely, so preciously kept to myself for no one to steal.
Every peace I’ve unconsciously given away, oh you make me feel so cheep.
There eyes so critically watching, waiting for the moment of weak physiological breaking.
This virginity I have so lovingly chosen has been taken peace by meaningless peace it’s robbed away by un-forgiveness manifested into disgusted expression.
This piracy of my innocence must end.
Sleeping under a pomegranate tree the stares plastered on the ceiling of the heavens it shines making me want to forget.
Lady luck had never shown to be kind to me, oh but she sings the blues so kindly, letting her rough voice role over every violating note.
Lyrics sing from my feet walking the streets never knowing if you’re breathing behind me.
My, this ally is so familiar I must have been here before; you light a cigarette puffing tainted rings that evaporate with my consciousness.
You never listen when I say no you don’t leave me alone, you implosively plan to take what I wanted to give.
Tell me you were wrong.
Guilt fills my skin forcing goose bumps to the surface, this guilt for something you’ve done, and now you come with no regret.
I make you feel so good but I cry when I’m with you, using strangers as a rag for the pathetic sorrow seeping from my deceiving eyes.
It’s sickening how your words rape me so carelessly with your thousands of lit cigarettes and putrid pornography to comfort your need.
I’m a lady but you make me out to be a pleasure seeker.
Nothing fells right where the molestation is cold and the glances even colder, and the blues plays so softly in the background setting an atmosphere for tragedy.
Your sorrow penetrates me leaving nothing unfelt.
This virginity I have so cautiously kept safe inside myself and I won’t soon let you break it.
Though the gasping in of your nicotine I’ve aloud nothing wrong but you makes me feel so cheep, so tell me you were wrong.