First thing first, who I am?
I am no lady
Never had time to be a girl
They told me I am beautiful
And push me into this world
First came love, then sex
I remember thinking; what's next,
I now shamefully admit
I became a part of the system
Where his touch made me his victim
It is not the same he said she said
Not the same love gone bad
It is the case of broken identity
When his touch caught me off guard
He came to me like a thief in the night
Took my essence and my fore sight
I could not see beyond his love
That there will be no white dove
He gave me what I needed
I gave him all I had
He told me that he was leaving
I thought I would be glad
What is left is barely enough
After this sudden rebuff
His touch broke everything inside
To allow loneliness to reside
I have no wings, so I can't fly
I have no tears, so I never cry
I have no faith, so there is no entity
This is a case of mistaken identity
Today I am a just a woman without her touch
His hands no longer love me
Now I say, what is, will be
To the love that never made history
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