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where were you (round two)
I searched for you
by my love you couldn't be found
I decided to poke around
in the past before you and me
that where I found the ugly
it was total unexpected
everything began to make since
at 12 a Victoria secretes fashion show
put on by her aunt for uncle Joe
no sexy nighties for me
the first a broken trust
she taught her how to masturbate
behind closed doors
then at sixteen a predator of twenty three
a cherry picker was his
no commitment just a cherry thing
the came me caring loving
not knowing how broken was she
her heart her body and personality
our courtship and engagement
was what for the most part ordinary
the love we made was a little off
I thought it was a unmarried thing
it never came our wedding night
the past had her held tight
so tight she didn't realize.
where were you(round three)
I found you after 23 years
of pushing pressing and reliving
till you finally started revealing
those parts that left the ugly marks
you were the victim of those you had trust
a victim of a statutory rapist that got you drunk
we found what held your love back
the lack of trust that you should have found
you now love me undoubtedly
the love I wish for is now knocking on my door
by my love you couldn't be found
I decided to poke around
in the past before you and me
that where I found the ugly
it was total unexpected
everything began to make since
at 12 a Victoria secretes fashion show
put on by her aunt for uncle Joe
no sexy nighties for me
the first a broken trust
she taught her how to masturbate
behind closed doors
then at sixteen a predator of twenty three
a cherry picker was his
no commitment just a cherry thing
the came me caring loving
not knowing how broken was she
her heart her body and personality
our courtship and engagement
was what for the most part ordinary
the love we made was a little off
I thought it was a unmarried thing
it never came our wedding night
the past had her held tight
so tight she didn't realize.
where were you(round three)
I found you after 23 years
of pushing pressing and reliving
till you finally started revealing
those parts that left the ugly marks
you were the victim of those you had trust
a victim of a statutory rapist that got you drunk
we found what held your love back
the lack of trust that you should have found
you now love me undoubtedly
the love I wish for is now knocking on my door
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