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Your hands they went where they should not,
they took the innocence of a girl ,
they wandered up her skirt,
they wandered up her shirt,
you groped and molested,
you took her innocence,
with each touch you stole a part of her,
you left your mark and your presence,
you walked free,
shes now trapped a prisoner with no key,
her life destroyed and her innocence gone.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
This is nicely written. This part is especially powerful:
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shes now trapped a prisoner with no key,
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Do you wanna come with me? 'Cause if you do, then I should warn you - you're gonna see all sorts of things. Ghosts from the past. Aliens from the future. The day the Earth died in a ball of flame. It won't be quiet, it won't be safe, and it won't be calm. But I'll tell you what it will be: The trip of a lifetime!
Don't trust a perfect person and don't trust a song that's flawless.