They cut my hair.
They hid my eyes.
They took my clothes
And Ignored my cries.

They fixed my walk.
They moved my seat
They drove me home.
Told me I was sweet.

They gave me booze.
They changed my fate.
They made me cool
Taught me to hate.

They used me cruel.
UtterChaos UtterChaos
22-25, F
Feb 7, 2013