He hands me a bottle

He walks in the door,
as I stumble to my feet.
And for the second I can see clear,
our eyes destine to meet.

There\'s so much about him,
that I see with just these two eyes.
He seems so nice but I\'m scared of him,
it comes to a surprise.

I sit down, the rooms spinning,
the laughter fills the room.
He sits right beside me,
but my focus still resumes.

My best friend is right across from me,
her boyfriend next to her.
She thinks she wants to give \"it\" up tonight,
but she\'s not quite sure.

\"Hi.\" Says a warm voice,
the guy sitting next to me.
\"You\'re very pretty.\"
I stare at him is disbelief.

He hands me a bottle,
I should have told him I don\'t drink.
But then he\'ll say I\'m a loser,
so I started to think.

\"Thanks,\" I say as I grab it.
I force the liquid down my throat.
It burned really bad,
I started to gag as I chased it with a Coke.

We started to talk,
as he grabbed my waist.
Then after awhile,
I forgot about the taste.

There I sat,
juggling vodka in my hands.
I think to myself,
that he understands.

I follow him in the bedroom,
as he removes me clothes.
As he pressed up against me,
no one can hear my No\'s.

I scream and I cry,
but no one can hear.
The music is too loud,
and they\'ve had too many beers.

I sit there and sob,
as I know not what to do.
I wish I could rewind the night,
this isn\'t what I would choose.

Lord, please help me,
I\'m in need of you now.
I won\'t do this is again,
this is my vow.

As I start to sob,
I feel a hard shake.
I sit up in bed,
now I\'m awake.

My best friend screams,
\"Come on we\'re going to miss the 9 o\'clock bus,
if you don\'t hurry up,
the party will start without us.\"

I look at her,
then lay my head back down.
\"You know I don\'t really feel like going uptown.\"

And as I lay my head back down,
deep inside I know.
That the Lord himself had given me the strength,
to decide not to go.