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Here look I got you a drink
No, tonight you don't have to think
Leave the driving up to me
Drunk and happy is how you will be.
Sex? That is the last thing on my mind
No, no, I am only being kind
I would never even think of crossing that line
Let's just get you upstairs then things will be fine.
My protest he does not hear
Nor does he heed my fear
As I freeze he moves over me
I know that the same person I never will be.
You make me feel like I raped you
I am afraid to tell him that this is true
I run home from the confusion and pain
The work I did there all in vain.
I am shattered, pieces fall all around
My sobs seem to be the only sound
My soul has left me for a higher place
I am empty, there is nothing behind this face.
Goals I worked for are cast aside
Friends go on while I hide
Why, oh, why could I not have died?
Through the pain I see a light
But it is dim, not very bright
It gives me hope, a place to build
The search for the soul he could not have killed.
That girl did die
She was killed by that guy
Now she must be reborn
Into this world that seems torn.
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