Would you love me as I am?
Would you care if I told you the truth?
Would you love me or let me go?
What would you do?
Broken,
with a smile that can hide a million faces.
My wings are torn,
My love is thrown away.
I cannot fly anymore,
I cannot do anything even if I try.
They say,
I am a useless whore.
Will, you love me,
even after the razor has kissed my skin?