I screamed for help, I begged for you to stop but you paid me no mind,
I kicked you, I fought you; shouldn't that have been a big enough sign,
You held my hands and pinned down my legs just so you could get some,
I got loose and I got strength; where at first I didn't know where from,
You gave up, I hurried and got up and begged you to take me home,
You took me home, I cut you off and everything I felt for you was gone,
I have flashbacks, I have dreams of what you done and the evil person you are,
It's been six months since then and I'm still left with this mental scar.