Trembling, she watches as he stands in front of her
It could happen again
She could get hurt again and there would be no witnesses this time
What happened before doesnt matter
At least to everyone else
But to her, its all she cant forget
Like words stencialed across her forhead
She is only what they call her
Only what they think she is
Used and worn away
Broken through and unclean
A w h o r e by no other means
It's not what she claims to be
