How far will you go,
Will you **** me ?
At least then I’d finally be free,
Your concisely discreet with the people we meet,
But we both know your not what they see.
I’m trapped inside your twisted Eden,
Where you force me to bend to your will,
Where your free to give me a beating,
Or use me till you’ve had your fill.
So for all of the pain that you cause me,
Every echo that’s heard in this rhyme,
Take this admission of guilt, for blood will be spilt,
So I can be free to pay for my crime.