Its not love when you think of me,
Its lust, its sex, it has to be.

I am a nighmare, a ghost of a girl,
and you know deep down i'll destroy your world.

My blood runs cold and my heart colder,
and this will not change as i grow older.

You think you are the one that can change me still
when no man can do this and never will. 

I dont want to hurt you, but you leave me no choice,
and i know you want me, my soul, my voice.

But i am hated and full of shame,
so much so god knows not my name.

I break people down, the pain within
you dont want to join me, this life i live in.