Today, I talked to a liar.
A fool, whose heart is cold.
Today I spoke with a buyer
and seller of hearts of gold.
Today, I had faith in a conman.
Today, he showed me his game.
I fell for him fast, just like the rest.
Today, he lived up to his fame.
So tonight, I sit grieving,
tears staining pained cheeks.
Tonight I build my guard
against the men of next week.
And tonight, I am lonely,
more so now than before.
My heart has been stolen...
tonight, I'm a whore.
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