how can you see into my eyes
when i'm such a whore
how can i sell my heart again
while you stare cold and plain
how can you stand to see
the filth that lies inside
without the flood without shame
without the final razor's edge
assume there is no pain
assume there is no gain
assume my life is open
though not complete
assume i'll die
assume i'll cry
assume there is no reason
and then just walk away