Everyday she wallows in her dream

Pacing back and forth with nothing in between

The devastated girl has given up.

The boy has fallen to the feet of luck,

But tells her with a slight smile

It's just a virus

She laid on him

And I can't touch it

It's buried in

And its all for nothing

This web of you

Is just a cycle of abuse.

Since you said its fine I might believe.

Dirty girls are easy to deceive

A penny for your thoughts 

Or just to take your clothes off

I'd rather dull the pain

Than stand out in the rain

to catch the Virus

That seems to be

The undercurrent of my insanity

The lowest layer that has been fused

Beneath my cycle of abuse

It's just a virus

He says to me

It's not quite the prison you make it out to be

Too bad you're dying, too bad but true

As is this cycle of you.