Why am I always the victim?Why can't it be you?Why me?It hurts I wanna cry.I wanna scream.You never stop till your satisfied no matter how much I say no you say yes.Why don't I have a say?Well now I do it's your turn to scream.It's your turn to get hurt and I don't deny that its your blood all over me.So it's my last day.It's over for me for what I did to you and as I stand up here with my hands tied behind my back and a rope around my throat all I can do is smile and say I don't regret it.
