fucker (not the best), by laleah Subscribe to rss feed for laleah

don't do this 
is what she says
i'll be watching you
fuckkker.
but he does it anyways
and he doesn't care
he doesn't understand
what he does to her
fuckkker.
breaks her heart
plays with her head
uses her for sex
fuckkker.
she's on to him now
she sees him leaving all the time
afraid of what to say next
confrontation is best
fuckkker.
is what she calls him
i see you messing around
you think i don't know
fuckkker.
she's done
she's scared
he's enraged
he's powerfull, more than her
fuckkker.
he slaps her
she cries
he doesn't understand
fuckkker.
she can tell he's drunk
he's violent
he slaps her again
she fears the worst
fuckkker
slowly and quietly grabs her by the throat
lifts her from her feet
she struggles
fuckkker.
he almost drops her
but he holds on
she tries to fight
then she goes limp
fuckkker.
Posted: 2011-02-06 19:35:08 UTC

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2011-05-25 20:09:41stsorrowscribe
alot better than you think