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.