Its night like these I realize its true.
I really messed up with that bottle of *****.
Called you my boyfriend,
stumbled home to your room.
Ended up alone,
just us two.

Clothes thrown to the floor in a torrent of whim.
Suddenly I was on top of him.
I changed my mind.
Said I needed to go.
That wasn't an option.
He wouldn't take no.

Barely able to stand on my own.
Fighting was pointless.
He was so strong.
So I closed my eyes.
I didn't want to see.
That disgusting monster enjoying me.

Now my A's have turned to ****.
I've given up.
Completely quit.
Stopped going out.
Stopped having fun.
Isolated myself from everyone.

I lie and say it was good ***.
Laugh it off with all my friends.
All a big game of pretend.
That lie:
"I'm fine.
I'm over it."

Now every time I meet a guy
you are the first thing on my mind.
You ruined me.
You live your life.
You walk around
head held so high.

And the people respect you.
Honorable army guy.
But they have no clue of the demon you hide!

If I had the chance to **** you
I would try.
But for now I'll say thank you for the wonderful time.