What I’m good for

I’m living for tomorrow

But then again today I died

I keep hoping I have a purpose 

Other than suicide

I don’t think I have a person

Or anyone to confide 

I don’t think I have a reason

Or a meaning to keep me alive 

No one knows my history

Or the facts that make me who I am

No body gives a fuck

Nobody gives a damn

No body wants to help me

I reach out and feel no hands 

I’m only wanted around 

When sex is part of the plans 

I’m used only for my body 

I’m the best at what I do 

But that only makes me worse 

I’m so tired of being used

Everyone already calls me a whore

What’s really left for me to do

In just a few weeks I promise

I will only be sex for you