'Desperate for some'
he always called her,
But she couldn't stop him
'Cause he was right.
'Opening her legs for the
first man in sight.'
'How can someone be so low?
Oh right, she's had practice.'
'Being with a man who sees
her as nothing more than a
toy, does she have no self-respect?'
But he wasn't like that,
It wasn't like that.
He cared for her, he said he did,
And he was just afraid of
commitment, much like her.
'Moving around in tiny
clothes, shameless!'
'Kissing him when he
isn't even her boyfriend!'
'What a slut!' one said,
But she wasn't a slut, was she?
She asked herself
And a stranger stared back.
Her parents were furious
'Cause she couldn't get good grades.
She was so weak, couldn't take it
A fragile doll ready to break.
'Playing the victim, like she always does,
Oh I pity her.'
But she wasn't, or was she?
She was all of the above, wasn't she.
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Hey guys! I wrote that half a month ago, sooooo......
Bye?
~kj
