And she silenced me

She told me I liked it

He said I wanted it

He said what’s a nice girl like you in this business for?

Get out before you change for good. 

You're too good,

 too beautiful, 

Get out before you become like them-

tired 

old,

 sad,

 beaten,

 addicted,

But I had been born tired, 

old soul, 

carrying the grief for her and protected her in the beatings.