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I stand alone in the I feel glued cause I can't move
My heart it pounds in my fast as he takes his first step into the room.
My stomach deeply
His eager eyes they undressing me
I'm nauseous so
Am I dead, am I
caressing
Paralyzed, gotta wake up from this misery

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

to three open my eyes and see
The around me is still a nightmare
I gotta wakeup from this
What could it be this visions's to tell me
I see it clearly
it try to break 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 me like a porcelain doll
But there's nothing I can do I just feel so
Makeup down my face
From the tears and the I feel so disgraced
As he dresses and undresses me I I may die
Wake up, up, wake up!

But the nightmare's not
It's only just
As he starts to me
it all for fun
(I'll you know)
I'm not a you can play
A fucking to manipulate
His fingers feel 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 imprisoned and paralyzed

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

The suffering you've
You're
Cause head's sick
wicked
Sick and
Scars will but I'll still feel it!

But the not over
It's only just
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 feel 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 imprisoned and