Every night she wakes in terror
thinking you are coming to get her
her reflections shows a strong girl
but when she sees your face her mind becomes a whirl
this whirl of emotions she cannot control
trapped inside her head she seeks pity in her soul
worst part is you will never know how you truly make her feel
every moment she sees you making her want to squeal
the things you have done you will never understand
Now she thinks twice of holding someone's hand
the trauma is raised inside her innocent head
she thought she was in love, but you just wanted her in bed
not wanting to make you mad she did exactly what you said
a year later she lays in her bed at 2am
haunted by your face
heart beating at too high of a pace
fearing your appearance still to this day
leaving her with no more words to say
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Every night she wakes in terror
thinking you are coming to get her
her reflections shows a strong girl
but when she sees your face her mind becomes a whirl
this whirl of emotions she cannot control
trapped inside her head she seeks pity in her soul
worst part is you will never know how you truly make her feel
every moment she sees you making her want to squeal
the things you have done you will never understand
Now she thinks twice of holding someone's hand
the trauma is raised inside her innocent head
she thought she was in love, but you just wanted her in bed
not wanting to make you mad she did exactly what you said
a year later she lays in her bed at 2am
haunted by your face
heart beating at too high of a pace
fearing your appearance still to this day
leaving her with no more words to say
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