And on this bed where we lay, are the tattered dreams I had of yesterday and
today
I pushed and screamed but no sound came along
My legs were spread, and my dignity was dead
Your face was covered in lies and deceit, and as you caress me I can't
speak
Your kisses are short, yet I resist, and push away with tight clenched
fists
Bruises then came, for he had won
Fire consumed me like flames of wrath
My sweet dreams are twisted now, with a curvy path

My tears are now lonley, and no one could see, that I was crying so
secretly.
The next day at school, he looks right through me
I then feel dirty, used, and abused
He walks right by me, without an upward glance
I crumble and fall, with tears of dreams
no one comes to help, not one person, not at all
So I lay on the ground, with everyone looking, crying so helplessly

I now sneer at his face, his name, his voice.
So many nights I cried, to many days I died.
Now and forever will he have a piece of me with him to admire.
 
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