Sun, 05/11/2014 - 23:19 -- BryanF

He used to ask her to sing before he started using his hands

He used to beg and beg before those questions became commands

She never liked to do it it always made her throat so sore

But it seemed he was never tired always asking her for more

She'd give it all she had until she could no longer stand

He hid it very well that he was twisted wicked man

She'd never sing for him again, she said that she was through

He was calm and collected pretending that he'd never asked her to

She'd run away to her family away from all his sin

But he made sure that her beautiful voice would never be heard again


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