Thoughts From A Victim

Baby help, I'm drowning,

So lost, I'm surrounded.

All I can think about,

Is your unwanted touch.

My head, it's clouded,

These bottles, I've downed em.

All I can think about,

Is your unwanted touch.

Please, I'm begging you to stop,

God give me the strength to push you off.

Hands wrapped around my neck,

I guess this is how my life is gonna end.

Now it's too late,

And now it's gone.

That wasn't yours to take