Branded
So what if I’m pretty - pretty damn dumb,
the perfect girl to go to, to have your bit of fun.
I’ll hardly argue, I won’t bother to object,
It’s not really worth it with no reputation to protect.
The hatred and the malice, the pain fear and strife,
Branded into my soul, labelled your slave for life.
Chained by your lust, restraining hands that burn,
strike me when I’m down and hope that I might learn.
And when the night recedes and the light burns my eyes,
the wishes start again, you or I is going to die