Fantine

You've never been weighed and then measured,
 Found wanting,
 You've been seen, found tough, and let be.
 And before I go saying, "You'd make a bad lover,"
 I think that I'll let you kiss me.
 I cannot, in good conscious, wear white;
 If I'm honest, my wedding dress needs to be black.
 'Cause I've seen too much skin and the souls that live in it,
 I fear I'm the bride you'll give back.
 You take and you give,
 You give and you take.
 It's a simple give-and-take.
 The cash on the dresser is money I make.
 I love how you told me I was pretty...
 They all do,
 And it makes this smile easy to fake.
 I act like you walked out the day that you found out
 I only had six months to live.
 But the truth of my sickness is honest: you've caused it,
 So I know that you take and you give.
 You take and you give,
 You give and you take.
 It's a simple give-and-take.
 I'll grow back good if I break.
 Until the day that I know I'm no better alone...
 I guess this is just what it takes.