it's not easy on my bedsheets
it's not easy on my nerves
it's not easy on my conscience
it's not easy on my soul
this is not what you wanted
what you wanted for me
I know that much now, my apologies
you would call me a harlot
you would call me a whore
but see i'm a man now, i'm worth so much more
but i've got the heart of a hustler with a hustler's pain