The Whore Part 2

What’s a life when I’d rather be kissing you than him?

I suppose I’ll go on wondering what time we could’ve spent together instead of wasting time with some guy who kisses other women but me.

Like a tragic fairytale, hopes, memories and dreams don’t last. They change. Just like childhood memories.

But you, you’d watch me and you’d wait for me to be someone’s whore.

For all I know, I was their whore and,

Nobody else’s.