Pretty Little Girls
Your fingers are wrapped around my vocal chords.
Your constricting my speech.
They penetrate my skin.
Your relief has been reached.
You brought me up.
Just to crash me back down.
This is your little fix
When there's no love around.
Take pretty little girls.
Steal there innocence away.
Thats what you did to her
On that one unfaithful day.
A washroom,
Trust.
She thought you never would
But you couldn't contol your lust.
Her sanity was taken.
It ruined her world.
I had become gone
And lost that little girl.
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