Slut

Why do you keep trying?
The impression won’t last
I’ll forget you tomorrow
Maybe the second I leave here
Or the moment you leave my sight
You are forgettable
It’s not your looks
It’s not your status
It’s merely because you want it
You don’t want me
I can sense that sort of thing a mile away
You want the heels
You want the dress
But none of that is me
I only wore this for you
Guys like you
Only guys like you come up to girl dressed like me
I wore this because I know
I know you can’t resist
A girl dressed in cloths –
Or lack there of –
Like mine
But that’s okay because I’ll forget you the moment you leave my sight
Maybe I’ll remember you till I leave here
But I’ll definitely forget you tomorrow
Your attempt to impress won’t last
So why do you keep trying?
Can’t you see?
I just don’t care