I have let a few of them in my heart.

I have stuck some needles in my neck.

Dulled the pain before it starts.

I have lived years with no love in my life.

I have traded my morals at a cost.

I have let blood drip down my arms.

A sacrifice to a God I lost.

Don't be sad when I am gone,

Don't cry I am gone too soon,

I sold my life for pins and needles,

That I melted in a burning spoon.

I have let many men touch my flesh.