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ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS
ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING
THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR?
OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE?

why can't we just hold hands?


he held me down, glared right through my eyes
I felt a cold blade break the skin
he dared me to move, he seemed to want a fight
how did this nightmare ever begin
it's a fight for my life, I must win

my friends were getting high at the party
and I did not want to follow their lead
they teased me about my purity
as if they had greater need

I drove them all home after midnight
they thanked me and laughed at the moon
the last one was singing a sad song
I still don't remember the tune

I drove home still feeling so lonely
feeling like no one understands
love and trust did not come so easy
why can't we just sit and hold hands

I let myself into the dark house
I slipped out of my clothes for bed
and that's when he crept up behind me
lights out from the back of my head

I woke with him already in me
his stink dripping over my life
it wasn't enough just to fuck me
he wanted to play with his knife

he said, "I like it rough,
you've been too easy
you better fight me
you better please me.
If you want to live
you better show me
or the last thing you'll ever do
is know me"

I tried to move, gave him a shove
fist to the mouth, I tasted my blood
I scratch his cheek, he cut my hand
that's when I started to understand

he wanted me to like it
to pretend to resist
he wanted to conquer
and then be kissed
I played his cruel game
and lived through the night
but never the same
never quite right

he's holding me down, glaring right through my eyes
I feel a cold blade break the skin
he dares me to move, he seems to want a fight
how did this nightmare ever begin
it's a fight for my life, I must win

I wake up in cold sweats every night
wishing someone would understand
love and trust does not come easy for me
why can't we just hold hands?


my friends are getting high at the party
and I do not want to follow their lead
they tease me about my purity
as if they have greater need

I drive home still feeling so lonely
feeling like no one understands
love and trust did not come so easy
why can't we just hold hands
why can't we just hold hands




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