I'm sitting here
thinking about the old times,
And the look in your eyes.
Remembering what you did,
And the past that I despise.
You took my body,
And did what you pleased,
Because you said that I was a tease.
But now matter the the bruises or pain that you caused.
It could never
compare to what you took from me,
The night I told you it wasn't meant to be.
With each thrust you took a piece of me,
You stole my true identity.
To think I trusted
Makes me hate myself.
Because of my stupidity,
You took an important part of me.
Now everytime when
I think of how it was supposed to be,
I can\'t help but remember what you did to me,
And how you said it was my destiny.
As I sit and think
I ask why me,
What did I ever do to deserve such misery?