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Give me another chance
If you had another chance to change would you?
Would you take back ever hit,
miss,
drink,
spill?
Because i would.
That night was so much fun,
we were both drinking and having fun,
she was happy for the first time in a while.
She had beauty and was smart.
I loved her like the sister i never had.
After we had smoked down a little we were off.
She went her way and i mine.
My hands shook as i walked,
i saw that someone was going with her.
I didn't know him, but i ignored it thinking they were lighitng up.
Stupid!!!
The next day she called,
her voice didnt sound like a hang over,
no,
it sounded afraidee.
She had been raped that night by a sick bastard.
If that fucker ever showed his face again he would die!
I knew who he was,
she was so young and beautiful,
how could he be so fucking temped to put his disgusting dick in her!
How could he take away the one person in my life that had meaning?
That guy was a sick bastard,
never caught,
never seen again.
If he was dead i would go to his funereal and spit on his grave in front of his family,
so they could see how much he had done to deserve this.
Let him rot in Hell
Would you take back ever hit,
miss,
drink,
spill?
Because i would.
That night was so much fun,
we were both drinking and having fun,
she was happy for the first time in a while.
She had beauty and was smart.
I loved her like the sister i never had.
After we had smoked down a little we were off.
She went her way and i mine.
My hands shook as i walked,
i saw that someone was going with her.
I didn't know him, but i ignored it thinking they were lighitng up.
Stupid!!!
The next day she called,
her voice didnt sound like a hang over,
no,
it sounded afraidee.
She had been raped that night by a sick bastard.
If that fucker ever showed his face again he would die!
I knew who he was,
she was so young and beautiful,
how could he be so fucking temped to put his disgusting dick in her!
How could he take away the one person in my life that had meaning?
That guy was a sick bastard,
never caught,
never seen again.
If he was dead i would go to his funereal and spit on his grave in front of his family,
so they could see how much he had done to deserve this.
Let him rot in Hell
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