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My Song

Stepped into the area under false pretenses  
I didnt know it then, but I would need defenses    
My cousin had me out, searching for her drunk ass    
I didnt know it then, but this would become "my past"    
    
My phone had just died when you grabbed hold    
The room was dark, but you weren't very old    
There's two people here, three including me    
I reached out to steady myself, but I could barely see    
     
Someone grabbed my throat, into the wall I went    
Just a second passed and then I was on the bed    
Of all the things I could think of, while having this done to me    
God why me, I just wished these fuckers were dead    
     
Minutes would turn to hours, I felt so deceived    
I waited for you two to pass out drunk    
I wanted so badly to leave    
My walk of shame, or escape from death,      
I'm sure I will never know    
     
For I had no choice, I had no say    
I suppose I had no real part to play    
But play it did, and wrong's were made    
But all I remember is I was taken that day    
     
From that day on, for quite some time    
I never knew what I even did wrong    
All I know, is I feel better and better    
The louder that I sing my song
Written by LivDiane
Published | Edited 17th Mar 2019
Author's Note
Whew, 2013. What a year.
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