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Am i wrong
am i wrong for wanting him to hold me
am i wrong for wanting him to kiss me
am i wrong for wanting him to cuddle me
am i wrong for wanting him to hit me
late night beating kept him around
he always came home when he needed pussy
he always came to steal my money
he always came to let others run a train
he stayed home sometimes if i let him kick my ass
he stayed home if his friends could come over to beat me to
he feeds me sometimes depends if he in a good mood
he takes me out but only at night when its nothing open
am i wrong for letting him stay to beat my ass because of love
my love so deep for him that i let him almost kill me
i wonder is there is something wrong with me
is this what love is or is this just what they call it
how long does it take for your eye to heal from a cut
how long does it take for your bones to heal when broken
how long does the depression last for
how long will he beat for me
im almost out of blood with no transfussion left
the little piece of brain i have left is fading away.
To late im dead already just writting from heaven.
am i wrong for wanting him to kiss me
am i wrong for wanting him to cuddle me
am i wrong for wanting him to hit me
late night beating kept him around
he always came home when he needed pussy
he always came to steal my money
he always came to let others run a train
he stayed home sometimes if i let him kick my ass
he stayed home if his friends could come over to beat me to
he feeds me sometimes depends if he in a good mood
he takes me out but only at night when its nothing open
am i wrong for letting him stay to beat my ass because of love
my love so deep for him that i let him almost kill me
i wonder is there is something wrong with me
is this what love is or is this just what they call it
how long does it take for your eye to heal from a cut
how long does it take for your bones to heal when broken
how long does the depression last for
how long will he beat for me
im almost out of blood with no transfussion left
the little piece of brain i have left is fading away.
To late im dead already just writting from heaven.
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