Its kinda of embarrassing it kills me even more
The only two lovers a loving aunt and a lying *****
What is ***? I often wonder why its so highly talked about
Whenever I try, the past haunts and taunts they always walk out
I'm so full of love, caring, respectful gratitude
Does anyone understand the traumatizing magnitude
****** exploitation before I knew what *** was, just another toy
A ****** waiting for a pure love and lies quickly and swiftly destroyed
Humiliated and abused in every way made to feel like ****
I was the man, I was guilty, no way she did it
Almost eight years now... Since any kind of romantic relationship
I convince myself its ok, though There's days I often question and slip
Is it so important that *** thing everyone talks about
Or would someone love me and bring rain to this drought