Just another number that was torn right at the seam
Just another digit who surrendered between knees
I'm not the first and I won't be the last
And whether I'm referring to our future
Or the entire female past
It doesn't matter anyway
Because the difference between us is this
I live for the happy moments
And I think you like to take risks
So I'm exercising my only muscle
Through strenuous techniques you see
Mine are quite useful
And yours are just faulty.
So I'm just another plastic innocence
Splattered across the concrete
Abused in tabloid magazines
The taste in my mouths not sweet.
You left a sour feeling sitting atop my heart
Regret and paranoia
Give my vices a bit of a start.
So I'm just another number
But not memory
Because you've "done this millions of times"
And a million one with no name, that's me.
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