Everyday she wallows in her dreamnPacing back and forth with nothing in betweennThe devastated girl has given up.nThe boy has fallen to the feet of luck,nBut tells her with a slight smilenIt’s just a virusnShe laid on himnAnd I can’t touch itnIt’s buried innAnd its all for nothingnThis web of younIs just a cycle of abuse.nSince you said its fine I might believe.nDirty girls are easy to deceivenA penny for your thoughtsnOr just to take your clothes offnI’d rather dull the painnThan stand out in the rainnto catch the VirusnThat seems to benThe undercurrent of my insanitynThe lowest layer that has been fusednBeneath my cycle of abusenIt’s just a virusnHe says to menIt’s not quite the prison you make it out to benToo bad you’re dying, too bad but truenAs is this cycle of you.