Everyday she wallows in her dream 
Pacing back and forth with nothing in between 
The devastated girl has given up. 
The boy has fallen to the feet of luck, 
But tells her with a slight smile 
It’s just a virus 
She laid on him 
And I can’t touch it 
It’s buried in 
And its all for nothing 
This web of you 
Is just a cycle of abuse. 
Since you said its fine 
I might believe. 
Dirty girls are easy to deceive 
A penny for your thoughts 
Or just to take your clothes off 
I’d rather dull the pain 
Than stand out in the rain to catch the 
Virus That seems to be 
The undercurrent of my insanity 
The lowest layer that has been fused 
Beneath my cycle of abuse 
It’s just a virus 
He says to me 
It’s not quite the prison you make it out to be 
Too bad you’re dying, too bad but true 
As is this cycle of you.