The Bad Girl

Being the bad girl makes me feel used
You calling on me when you need to feel wanted
I am so sick of this exsistence, feeling abused
Why in this room do I feel so haunted

I know what you are here for you get it every time
You go so deep inside like I never experienced before
This place you keep me the sun will never shine
But I count every minute until you enter me once more

But then you send me one of your friends
He takes from me even when I try to say no
I have to let him consume me because it never ends
Why won’t you just let me go ?

And then you come back and take me as never before
And I love how it feels as you throw me to the floor
And have your way with me like some cheap whore
And then get dressed and walk back out the door