I was young you were old
I was eight you were old
You made me do things
You told me it was ok
You told me everything would be great
Child's innocence is no thing to take
You messed my life up
Your fate and you will soon mate
She told my mom
She just laughed and said go take a bath
I told a cop
Twice my age from that time
He didn’t do much
Soon he will meet his demise
His heart in hand
To hell he will go
In a different way
His heart in hand
What a wonderful plan
Will it be wise
To make him meet his demise
