Everyone blames the harlot
For dipping them in a red pool of sin
No one seems to give a thought
To the mess that they've put her in

Twist her face into beauty
Twist it into a devil
Now imagine that this rock is weak
Imagine her as a little girl

Lost down the rabbit hole
Drowning in the riptides of the world
The spider web that was her soul
Slowly, painfully, plucked and unfurled

Every ounce of pleasure you take
Leaves a small tear
Some are bigger, those are the mistakes
The reason why she lives in fear

Everyone looks down on her lot
They could never understand
No matter how hard she fought
This is just where she lands

Lower than the gutter
Though she holds her head high
Every experience cuts her
Every night she cries

She doesn't want to be this way
She can't trust enough to improve
She watches as her life flutters away
And negative voices ring true

The pieces left throb and stab
She lives with this every day
Once you enter this world, there's no going back
So tell me, who's really to blame?