A smell of wine and cheap perfume
Spilling from his earphones
It goes on and on and on
As he grins up at me
Strangers Waiting
Grab my wrists pushing me to the ground
Up and down the boulevard
Climbs on top tugging down my jeans
Their shadows searching In the night
I kick and I scream Pleading him to stop
Streetlights, people Livin' just to find emotion
No one's around to hear my call
Hidin' somewhere in the night
I close my eyes ready to just give in
Don't stop believin'
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
Spilling from his earphones
It goes on and on and on
As he grins up at me
Strangers Waiting
Grab my wrists pushing me to the ground
Up and down the boulevard
Climbs on top tugging down my jeans
Their shadows searching In the night
I kick and I scream Pleading him to stop
Streetlights, people Livin' just to find emotion
No one's around to hear my call
Hidin' somewhere in the night
I close my eyes ready to just give in
Don't stop believin'
This is my memory of the night my Ex Jim tried to Hurt me. its what I see almost everytime I close my eyes. My Friend Alex (R.I.P) Saved me that day before Jim could complete his terrible act. The Song Dont stop Believin was blasting through Jims earphones and I could hear every word
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