Frog_Feet
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Her Story
Her legs, spread wide open in fear
Feeling the bastard thrusting in so deep
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her face, deeply cut from the bottle of beer
Struggling free to make a leap
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her eyes, shut from the things she cannot bear
Standing firm, her life she tries to keep
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her body, pressed against him bared
Being exposed, she fights not to weep
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her wrists, tied up tightly by her dear
Losing the war, her soul he reaps
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her life, stolen from his care
Dying slowly, she drowns in her sleep
Her legs, spread wide open in fear
She colours her face to hide the tears
Tanya Breckon-Sturk
Her legs, spread wide open in fear
Feeling the bastard thrusting in so deep
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her face, deeply cut from the bottle of beer
Struggling free to make a leap
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her eyes, shut from the things she cannot bear
Standing firm, her life she tries to keep
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her body, pressed against him bared
Being exposed, she fights not to weep
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her wrists, tied up tightly by her dear
Losing the war, her soul he reaps
She colours her face to hide the tears
Her life, stolen from his care
Dying slowly, she drowns in her sleep
Her legs, spread wide open in fear
She colours her face to hide the tears
Tanya Breckon-Sturk