Frosted glass conceals our secret
Well....yours.
I guess i cant tell mummy
About our secret
Well....yours.
You scary little vulture
Praying on my weakness
Pecking at my childhood happiness
Pinning me like a pillow to seperate your knees
Oh that made each night sleepless.
The moment i trusted your joke
Made me the stage where you joked
And made everyone laugh at me
The joke.
My age now, and lack of evidence of that night Conceals our secret.
Well....my secret
Of my little blue hands
And my theft of virginity
To you
Oh you killed me so willingly.
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