Desperate

I could drink a thousand drinks 

Eat a million meals 

Brush my teeth from now until forever 

But nothing will ever get the taste of you 

Out of my mouth... 

And the worst part is 

I let you 

And now 

Even though you say no one will know, 

I still do. 

And I have to feel the weight 

Of the guilt 

And the shame 

Forever 

Because desperate times 

Call for desperate measures 

And I would demean myself 

A million times over 

To ensure that my daughter is okay 

And that I can provide for her. 

So I'll just push down the guilt and shame 

Carry them deep down in my soul 

And fake that smile 

Because that's all I can do.