I had a dream as a child A reoccurring dream And it repeat, repeat, repeat And like wildfire it spread Throughout every cell, throughout every stem Every dead end within my body And as a child, well, I could encourage myself Encourage myself to scream It was too late, the die had been cast I spent some time thinking that I came around But I still could trace the shape of his ugly mouth He pulled all my teeth to mark me with his name Now every night is the same Maybe I'm young Or born a whore How could I love what I'm dying for? He took my neck but I willingly tied the noose My hands are tied and my legs are bruised Blood rust and barely awake on the floor And then I died for it once more Maybe I'm young Or born a whore How could I love what I'm dying for?