She was only fourteen or fifteen when she
Lost her virginity to a
Soul-sucking heathen who she refused
NOT to believe in.
And, she thought she wasn't worthy,
Deserved to be deserted,
So she gathered her emotions
And threw them in the ocean with her
Slowly breaking spirit
'Cause she didn't wanna hear it...
Wasn't ready for the lies
Or the burning redness in her eyes
From the times she'd catch him in the act.
It wasn't speculation;
It was a matter of fact.
The men went from her head to her lips...
Her mouth to her wrists...
A strategically placed kiss and she was his for the night.
"Just open your legs and things'll be alright".
Alright.
She was only fourteen or fifteen when she
Lost her virginity to a
Soul-sucking heathen who she refused
NOT to believe in.
Each man would confuse her,
misuse her and abuse her.
Hurt her mentality and her brain capacity...
'Cause she'd think about these bums but
They would give her none.
Not NONE of SEX (she had plenty of that!)
But the emotion that she needed
For the muscle in her chest.
And with each breath,
She would take another guess
From where she'd get her next "dose" of
LOVE.
If you could call it that, that's where she was at.
Sucking in the "love" he'd PRODUCED for the occasion...
"Loving" and licking because of his persuasion.
She was only fourteen or fifteen when she lost her virginity to a soul-sucking heathen
Who she refused
NOT to believe in.