Right now someone's begging someone to stop.
Someone is crying in a dark bedroom covered in marks.
And someone is taking her seventh shower because she doesn't feel clean enough.
Don't tell me that she was asking for it.
Don't tell me that he was asking for it.
Don't tell me that I was asking for it.
We most definitely didn't.
On the street all I hear is you making my heart beat faster in fear
when you throw after me some shit like this:
''Damn. Look at that ass.''
''Just one kiss.''
''Lemme put it in.''
''Smile for me.''
''Who's your daddy?''
''You belong on your knees in front of me.''
No. I most definitely fucking don't.
And when I say ''NO'',
I'm a bitch, a cunt, a tease.
Well, I'd rather be a fucking bitch then let your hands or lips come near me.
I still remember the night when I thought that I was done.
I still remember his hands lifting me and pushing me against the wall.
I still remember his aggressive and hungry lips bruising mine and stealing