more than a whore

He sees me in the hall
He doesn't have the nerve to call.
He smiles at me
I feel thee
The emotions build within
He is underneath my skin
My breath on his neck
My hands on his back
I begin to check
If im whack
I mean its just me
I feel key
This is me
I'm now on my knee's
He begins to yell
As I begin to dwell
i thought it wouldn't be the same
I'm the one to blame
All guys are the same
It is a complicated game
One day I will win
Begin to grin
He has this effect on me
Nice and free
I don't feel ashamed
I've been named
I am a whore
It is a bore
I hear it everyday
I pray
It is the same story
I have found this glory
I've changed.