Is it a crime to want to be happy in a sick, sick worldIf it's the fool who believes in forgiveness, I'm a sick, sick girlI long to cry on someone's shoulderTo receive a friend's absolutionAnd I think I know that look I've seen it beforeI think you're pitying meAnd if you need an emotional scoreThen I will be your emotional whoreAnd when I spit you out at lastYou'll understand, try to understandWhen is the time to give into mercy and walk from the painWhere is the will to yearn for out freedom and break the chainsI long to fall into your slumberYou long to slowly pull me underAnd I think you know me well, far too wellToo well for my own goodIs it a crime to want to be happy in a sick, sick worldI'm a sick, sick girlAnd if you need an emotional scoreThen I will be your emotional whoreAnd when I spit you out at lastYou'll understand, try to understand