Flashbacks and wrists slashed
And screams after midnight.
Switchblades and bruises
And absence of all light.
Tears and my innocence tied up with string.
These are few of my favourite things.
Loss of my trust
And the total betrayal.
Pleading and begging
A victim's portrayal.
Rape and the aftermath keep repeating.
These are a few of my favourite things.
When your cock's hard.
When the urge hits.
When you want a fuck.
Just look for the broken girl out on the piss
And then you will be
In
Luck.
Bloodstains and old scars
And vacant blank hurt eyes.
Gagging with pain
As the dawn paints the blue skies.
Stuck in that night and forever hurting.
These are a few of my favourite things.
Violence and raping
And harsh penetration.
Bringing down someone
With cold degradation.
Always your slut, now forever whoring.
These are a few of my favourite things.
When your mind's sick.
When you get off,
On a forced hard fuck.
Look for the lifeless girl out on the piss
And then you will be…
In
Luck.