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SLAMMMED INTO HARD LIKE A GAS PEDDLE IN A HIGH SPEED CHASE

FILTHY MEMORIES I TRY TO ERASE

TORN PIECES OF MY FLESH AND BLOOD ON YOUR DICK

MINGLED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE SCRATCHES YOU LEFT ON MY THIGHS AND HIPS

HOLDING MY ARMS AND LEGS SO I CANT HIT OR KICK

BILE RISING IN MY THROAT FROM THE TASTE OF YOUR FRIENDS LIMP PRICK

YOUR HANDS AROUND MY THROAT

LISTENING TO YOUR BOYS IN THE BACKROUND COAX

YOUR THE ONLY ONE TO WEAR A CONDOM YET AND STILL THAT SHIT BROKE

BLACK BLUE AND PURPLE ARE THE BRUISES

YET STILL NOONE CHOOSES

TO LEAVE ME ALONE

AS YOU ON TOP OF ME PUSH DEEPER AND MOAN

I THINK YOUR THE FIFTH ONE

BUT IN THE SHADOWS TWO MORE WAIT TO HAVE FUN

MY INSIDES ARE BURNING I WANNA DISAPPEAR

NO MORE SCREAMS NO MORE TEARS