Your Whore

Suspicions confirmed
I am your whore
How utterly foolish of me
To think I could be something more

You have your fantasies
I have mine
You use me for pleasure
Then leave, and I cry

Visions of love
Frolic through my head
Oh how I wish I could prove
The truth in what I once said

But, alas
I am just your whore
How foolish of me
Thinking I could be more

Not another glace
Not a second chance
I have cause for tears
You've confirmed my fears

All I am
All I'll be
All that you
See in me

I am your whore