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I stand alone in the dark I feel glued cause I can't
My heart it in my chest fast as he takes his first step into the room.
My drops deeply
His eager eyes stare undressing me
I'm so sickly
Am I dead, am I
Oppressive
Paralyzed, gotta wake up from this misery

But the not over
It's just begun
As he to arrange me
it all for fun
(I'll you know)
I'm not a you can play
A fucking doll to
His fingers feel like blades as they run up my
He my face, changes my dress, I'm ready for his night,
but not my eyes.
I'm stuck and paralyzed

Count to open my eyes and see
The around me is still a nightmare
I wakeup from this dream
What could it be visions's trying to tell me
I see it clearly
Feel it try to me

With his touch I feel the burn of a suns
I try to I try to move but I just can't run
He's playing with me like a doll
But there's I can do I just feel so small
running down my face
From the tears and the I feel so disgraced
As he and undresses me I fear I may die
Wake up, wake up, up!

But the nightmare's not
only just begun
As he to arrange me
it all for fun
(I'll you know)
I'm not a game you can
A doll to manipulate
His fingers like blades as they run up my thighs
He my face, changes my dress, I'm ready for his night,
but not my eyes.
I'm stuck imprisoned and

I'm imprisoned and paralyzed.
I know to you that I seem like an inanimate being
Deep inside I am alive and you are torturing me!

The suffering inflicted
You're
Cause you're head's
Actions
Sick and
Scars will heal but I'll still it!

But the not over
only just begun
As he to arrange me
it all for fun
(I'll you know)
I'm not a you can play
A fucking to manipulate
(Please me up)
His fingers like blades as they run up my thighs
He paints my face, my dress, I'm ready for his night,
but not my eyes.
I'm stuck and paralyzed