I guess I'm just a whore to you. A girl fighting for her life to please you. I guess I'm just a loser to you. A girl hanging on to every syllable you say and every letter you speak. I guess I'm just lost to you. A girl hiding in the shadows trying not to bother you. You think I'm hopeless; depressed even, but not so much as I am hopelessly in love with you and depressingly counting on your very move to suffice the feelings I have. You can't believe that I would care about you, but you don't understand that I care more than she does. She wants sex, kisses, and your touch. I merely want to know for sure that you ever loved me, and with that, I'll happily leave.
