Sold
You sold me to anyone on the street
you sold me without asking me how I feel
How could you do this?
Have you got no heart, no soul?
Do you not bleed when cut skin deep?
But maybe I shouldn't blame you
maybe it wasn't you
maybe it was me
maybe I'm the one who did this
maybe I have no heart, no soul
maybe I don't bleed when cut skin deep
so it wasn't you, it was me....
I sold myself to for a pocket of change
to a man who doesn't even know my name...
by
lyyraposted on 04/26/2008
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