The Butterfly Effect

You make me dirty make me feel like a whore
Right here where you want me down with the fleas in the floor
Still you tried to clean me bleach away like stains
Blackened ash in your mouth won’t distil your distain
It doesn’t matter when you say I’m not clean anymore
It doesn’t matter when you say I’m dirty like a whore
Here it's nothing
For you there is nothing pure
(c) 2001 The Butterfly Effect