Текст песни Fetish - Krystal Evette

I embody ugliness
I wear it like a cloak
If you fuck me over
Then I'm coming for the throat
It's happened way too many times
I'm starting to lose count
But this pain is unbearable
With or without amounts
You cannot measure trauma
Each case is too unique
But the common thread
Is every single one is bleak
We've all got our stories
Please let me tell you mine
I hope that by me saying this
I can leave it behind

I am not a toy
In your sick adult games
You just want my body
You never ask my name
I don't wanna fuck
I want something more
All the men laugh
Then say "shut the fuck up whore"

I am not a fetish
Not mystery nor rare
Let's have a conversation
With your fist not in my hair
You are so disgusting
You're a mirror to my soul
I'm just another bump to you
When you are on a roll

The only men up in my phone
Are only wanting sex
I've given in now once or twice
To get over my ex
Instead it left me missing him
And covered in my shame
I know when it comes down to it
That i'm the one to blame
I've catered to their wishes
Some made me feel sick
Now I get uncomfortable
When I'm around a dick
Sending texts just saying "no"
Sadly it won't work
So that leaves me with haunted thoughts
And stranded in the dirt

I am not a toy
In your sick adult games
You just want my body
You never ask my name
I don't wanna fuck
I want something more
All the men laugh
Then say "shut up you whore"

I am not a fetish
Not mystery nor rare
Let's have a conversation
With your fist not in my hair
You are so disgusting
You're a mirror to my soul
I'm just another bump to you
When you are on a roll

Use me, whip me, fuck me
That's what you want to do
Nut in me then drop me
That's all I'd be to you
"You whore, you tranny faggot"
You groan into my ear
But I'm a fucking person
Words you don't care to hear
You're looking to get off
Only wanna get it on
It doesn't fucking matter
If I feel that this is wrong
You are not the first
And you'll never be the last
I'm losing all sensation
I'm numb to all my past
I feel like I am worthless
But that is not my kink
I want someone to care
No acts before he thinks
That type round here is sparse
The climate is so dry
Leaving all the thirsty boys
Who don't care how or why

I just wanted to feel something
Now it's hard to feel at all
So now instead of dating
I'll keep building up these walls
I'm terrified to leave my house
Afraid I'll be attacked
I'm stuck to living my whole life
Looking behind my back