I met a girl who hated the world, she used her body to sell her soul. Every town they'd break her and pay, tear out her heart and leave her in pain.

I never found out how she survived, all of the sadness she kept inside.
I never found out how she could lie, with a smile on her face and the scratches she'd hide.

You could love her, if you paid. You could have her, everyday.
You could love her, if you prayed. You could have her, everyway.

Down on her knees she wept on the floor, this hopless life she wanted no more. 
Dead in her mind and cold to the bone, she opened her eyes and saw she was alone.

She never found out how much I tried, all of her sadness she kept made me blind. 
She never found out how much I cried, the rope so tight on the night that she died.

You could love her, if you paid. You could have her, everyday.
You could love her, if you prayed. You could have her, everyway.

I never found out how she survived, a life lived in lies is a life of denial. 
I never found out how she could lie, with a smile on her face and the darkness inside.

You could love her, if you paid. You could have her, everyday.
You could love her, if you prayed. You could have her, everyway.

You could love her, if you paid. You could have her, everyday.
You could love her, if you prayed. You could have her, everyway.