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It's not my bed these aren't my sheets
I know they haven't been washed in weeks
I feel so dirty sitting here
So utterly pathetic

It's not the life I imagined
And it isn't any fun
There's no adventure in taking money
Night after night

But it leaves a certain feeling
Of power in my throat
And while it sometimes chokes me
And makes me want to cry
I have some slight control
Over this poor and lonely man

Though he won't recognize my name
And he barely saw my face
He knows me now
And always will

As the girl with his leather jacket

This picture was taken by Adam Bentley ©
Exmo™

Description
It's not my bed these aren't my sheets
I know they haven't been washed in weeks
I feel so dirty sitting here
So utterly pathetic

It's not the life I imagined
And it isn't any fun
There's no adventure in taking money
Night after night

But it leaves a certain feeling
Of power in my throat
And while it sometimes chokes me
And makes me want to cry
I have some slight control
Over this poor and lonely man

Though he won't recognize my name
And he barely saw my face
He knows me now
And always will

As the girl with his leather jacket

This picture was taken by Adam Bentley ©
Exmo™