Trapped In a Rocker's Web of Lies

The cruel relationship we have is my fault. It started when I foolishly shook your hand, Glancing at my trusted friend who surprised Me with the chance to meet my favorite band. You grinned and told me your name, which I already knew, Invited me backstage to meet the other guys. Every step I took, you would follow me, watching me, How could I have known that every little word from your mouth was a lie? When your arm wrapped itself around my waist, I Didn't act, didn't think, that maybe just maybe Something bad was going to happen, Not even When you pulled me closer, tugging at my clothes, Calling me your babe. You showed me the way to your hotel room, Pulling me into your trap. Forcing me onto your bed, Making me play along. I became your plaything, A toy abused for your entertainment until I was dead. Now I lay, Curled up at your side. Trying to gather myself, trying to think, Now I know what it's like to be used by your kind. I don't know where to go, who to tell. Please don't make me go near your again, I don't ever want to see your face again, never hear Your voice. It'll cause to much pain.