Like a lamb, I walk this earth deathly unaware
Of the horrors it has hidden, lurking behind their stares.
My path is guided not by sun, but fooled by their lamp's glow.
Once their trap has set, there is nowhere else to go.

So here I follow, struck by words in which they choose to say
All they murmur is false belief in a happy way.
"You're so gorgeous, you are perfect, you are beautiful."
Then their hands slip, touching places that make me uncomfortable.

It's too late, I can't stop this! My heart skips a beat.
A look of shame upon my face as I admit defeat.
Hired as a model, treated as a toy.
Once a happy person, now they stole away my joy...

And to this day I can't tell him, cause I fear he will leave.
And then I'll follow suit, and once again be deceived.
By these photo shoots, they pay well in the end.
And sure it is degrading, but I suppose I can bend....