Am I really dead inside? Despite my false moans My eyes are not matte They're wet with happiness Lay down and close my eyes And dream of my future There is no man on top of me Only money in my purse I quit because of him I can't thrive under his watch He is here, but not with me Just tired and disgusted I quit because of them Should I one day be so lucky I will have no secret to hide And I will have no money
