Empty Eyes

You were pretty once,
Without the dead look in your eyes,
The weary smile on those lips,
They aren't yours,
Every inch of you was sold,
And used.

You'd give yourself to him,
But there's nothing left to give.

You let them watch you,
They want to see all of you,
But you make them feel dead inside,
You're theirs,
But they won't touch you.
Once you're used.

Turn away,
Where are your eyes?