look at me
look what you did
you forst my in to a black cold pit and here im keept
you vile act
the liys you told
how you got me drunk at 12 years fucking old
how you came in to my room you then you mate
cant you see the pane the memorey
was i the only one
well you broke me
im the damigd goods of this erth
no one will know and i know if i got in to something
i would hafe to liy
cos no one would have me
no one would see me
id be alone
damigd goods is what the label says
the one stuck in my mind
the one that thay’ll put on me if i ever tell
will thay be simpethetic will thay laugh and cry
“hes the guy that got rapet by men one 20 one 25”
oh such fun thay will have at my sorw
till i take this knife in my hand and plow the land in my arm
like a bloodey shith ill draw the feelds and bondrey lines of the fellds of my pane
till i hit a line
then looking back acros the years seeing my lif ebehind ill se thows drunk nights in my bed
one 20 one 25
evrey time i have a moment with aney girl my thorts tern back to it
i have a finger put on me in a way of plesher aney more
flash backs race trow my mind the rules chaged
the moment of me shouting standing up pushing my self away from her shouting
“im sorry i haft to go”
her looking in confushion thing was it me
and me pullingmy thorts to gether thinking
what if i told them
what would life be
then the imagis dace trow my head and the mater is gon ….