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Somebody Touched me And made me feel sick I was just little That fucking prick I have nightmares And fear of that man If only God had stopped him If only he ran I wouldn't be so miserable I would not fear change Maybe I could kiss you And not feel strange I want to be perfect And never look at the past But sometimes I must stop For life goes too fast I have been lifted And brought to this place If I could look at your eyes And not feel disgrace Someone is watching And making me speak Maybe I should kill him That fucking creep |