how the fuck could you take my hands
lead me down those steps
and push me to the bed
how the fuck could you lick the beer off my chest
while holding me by my throat
i didn't scream
i didn't push away
my eyes were open but i wasn't there
my hair sticking to my skin
but i didn't move it away from my face
how could you tell Ava you haven't seen me
i'm right here
under you
i still have the scars on my back from the wall in your basement
i still cry at night just knowing you still got my hair tye rapped around your wrist
why the fuck would you keep it
creep
i told you no.. earlier that night
shoulda stayed sober
i shoulda kept the flag where i won the fight
was i really playing games with you?
well how the fuck could you do this
what i wanna know..
how many other girls that you forced, just let it all go
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