Set Free

i was 3 years old, and by you i was hurt

you treated me has if i was a piece of dirt

you took me in the bathroom day after day 

against my own will, after awhile it didn't matter what i would say

each new day that came, you would waite till she was gone

then you would continue where you left off, and you knew it was wrong

i was trapped by your aweful touch

how could you hurt me, how could you over me lust

i was just little, i was only three

i knew one day though i would be set free

the best day was when i got taken away 

no longer i am your little prey

i hope has time goes on, God changes you

so you won't do those aweful things that you do

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