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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She doesn't want to be treated right, She just wants love for the night. She doesn't want to be swept away, She just wants to go out and play. She doesn't like the romantic type. She thinks that love is just chains and hype. She doesn't know how free she would be, If only she had tried it with me. She doesn't want love, she wants the night life, Clothes fit like a glove, she could've been my wife. She wants to hit clubs, and dance with the rich boys, I can't blame her, but she helped make my choice. The boy toys, they all bought her things, She's pretty so they offered her drinks. Once or twice, the boys weren't nice; They bought booze, but hers got spiked. She woke up battered and bruised, On someone's couch, while being used. She cried to me, after she got home, Once she finally felt alone. I wanted to murder those delinquents, But nights like these became more frequent. I feared, deep down inside she liked it, I denied the thoughts to try it. But then she left me all alone, And her true colors, how they shone. She didn't care about herself, So why should I? she gave me hell. The boy toys, they all bought her things, She's pretty so they offered her drinks. Once or twice, the boys weren't nice, They bought booze but hers got spiked. Well this time I was there that night, And I watched, as her clothes took flight. She danced, She writhed, she even smiled. The could be, mother of my child. And as they all lived out their dreams, Mine fell apart right at the seams. But my pain was followed by screams, As I shot and watched them all bleed.
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