Paperdoll Whore.

Make me pretty. Dress me up and tell you your secrets. Paint my lips red and my eyes black as night. I am fragile, I am weak; I just want to be pretty. Give me your eyes for just one day. I want to see things through your eyes. I want to know what you think. I am amused, I am confusd; I am seeking this abuse. And torture is a mystery that you paint across my body. In the words of this forbidden sin. And I want you to make me pretty and tie little bows around my ankles, and bells around my neck. And I want to roam freely, and never regret a moment we share. But I dont want to be a whore to this victim. And I dont want to be something I hate. I dont wanna runaway scared from you, so I ask you to dress me up in your pretty gowns and wipe these black tears away.