What are the chances that they all love me
That they don't just want my body
That they don't just want sex
That they can see pass the scars
That were realy in love
What are the chances
That you keep some if back
Because you realy love me
What are the chances your freinds think I'm a good person
That you don't call me a slut
That I give me to you
That you see more than that
Why would you tho
You see all of them
Up You know they don't all love me
We both know it
So why
Why is that a reason for you to use me
For you to act like them
People like you are why
The chances of me giving up on love go up
