That Feeling

|*Not Finshed Yet*|
-For those of you who seem to not understand it, it's about rape!-

So used to that same old feeling...
The feeling that never goes away...
That stupid feeling that I'm so used to
The feeling that comes, but never leaves everyday...

The feeling I get when your hand touches my skin
Unzip my pants, unbutton my shirt,
Boy O` Boy I'm dying within

Yew throw me onto the bed
Lying on top of me; My legs spread
Yew look at me, but not a word is said
That stupid feeling I continue to get; again & again

I'm already prepared, for the same old routine
You walk through the door, throw me down,
I lay there helplessly, choosing not to scream

You run your hands over my body,
Sending a shiver down my spine
I know it'll soon be over
Yes, your feelings are being pleased, but what about mine?