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by Trista Jorstad   May 25, 2006


Can something be this scary or can it be this real.
Being at this party, not knowing what i feel.
Surrounded by strangers dancing left and right.
Surrounded by the music blasting all this night.
Seperated from my friends, my brother lost in the crowd.
Thats when i saw you, I didnt know if i should shout.
But even then it wouldnt have help the music was just to loud.
You knew you could get away with it, no one would be around.
Grabbed me by the waste. Pulled me into that room.
Thats when i knew this would end in doom.
I tried to push you, but sadly i was to weak.
I had to much to smoke, and way to much to drink.
You took advantage of my weakness and pushed me on the bed.
Everything was happening so fast, thoughts spun through my head.
You took my innocents and shattered it.
I tried my best to fight you off but you just kept with it.
Did i deserve this from you, was this your master plan?
To make me hate myself and never sleep agian?
You took the one thing away, the one place i was always able to go.
When ever i didnt want to be in reality, the one place i didnt have to show.
Your face haunts me in my dreams, Your voice kills my brain.
My lack of sleep and lack of ambition killed my inner strength.
For this i hope your happy, i now live in shame.
Shame of what happend, What i couldnt prevent.
But you dear ass.hole have your whole life to think.
Your stuck inside that prision the one you gave yourself.
I never made you do it. But im paying for it myself.
Sleeping scares me, because i can see your face.
I just wish this would stop, this haunting everyday race...

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