Is it a crime to want to be happy
If it's the fool who believes in forgiveness,
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
Where is the will to yearn for out freedom
I long to fall into your slumber
You long to slowly pull me under
And I think you know me well, far too well
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
Is it a crime to want to be happy in a sick, sick world
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