Speak to me and I will be your bride
I'm just 15 but I'm sure I'll do just fine
Dear me
You owe nothing to anyone but yourself and you
Can see
That heathens rot by their hand degrading and aching for your love
So I'm a secret gem
That you'll hide for your own dignity
'Cause when they find out, I'm your toy dressed up so prettily
Dear me, you owe nothing to anyone but yourself and you
Can see
That heathens rot by their hand degrading and aching for your love
And I hope this reaches you well
'Cause no savior of yours will come
You keep them damned to Hell