Presuring kills

by Kathryn   Jun 10, 2004


You pulled me and grabbed me
you pushed me into the ground
and i was so scared that
i couldn't make a sound

you made me do things
that i didn't want to do
and I'm so stupid because
i could see this threw you

you made me cry when
we went to the tent
cause i was so scared
of were your fingers went

i told you no
but that didn't stop you
what you were doing
i don't have a clue

but it hurt me
a hell of a lot
and it still hurts me
because i haven't forgot

so now i know
that your screwed in the head
and that your better
off dead.

*** michael toll and mchael hill

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