Is it a crime to want to be happy in a sick, sick world

If it's the fool who believes in forgiveness, I'm a sick, sick girl

I long to cry on someone's shoulder

To receive a friend's absolution

And I think I know that look I've seen it before

I think you're pitying me

And if you need an emotional score

Then I will be your emotional whore

And when I spit you out at last

You'll understand, try to understand

When is the time to give into mercy and walk from the pain

Where is the will to yearn for out freedom and break the chains

I long to fall into your slumber

You long to slowly pull me under

And I think you know me well, far too well

Too well for my own good

Is it a crime to want to be happy in a sick, sick world

I'm a sick, sick girl

And if you need an emotional score

Then I will be your emotional whore

And when I spit you out at last

You'll understand, try to understand