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.