Burn
It's a little bit too late, to ask her to forget, it's a little bit too late, to beg her to remember. All of the pain he brought her, is pushing her down. But the only way she can forgive, is shooting up in pleasure. We'll stand and watch, she'll crash and burn. We'll call her name, she'll run away. How can we help her, if he still fucks her. Her dreams are nightmares, bleeding her dry. I hold her hand, she shudders, slaps my face, turns away. Look what you did, you sick fuck! I'll kill you like you killed her, I hope you burn in hell! Written September 10th, 2001 © on Sep 10 2001 06:26 AM PST 0 • 1
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"It's a little bit too late,..."