He grabbed round my slender neck
I couldn’t call or scream
he dragged me to his small room
where we couldn’t be seen.
He tore away my flimsy gown
And looked upon my blank figure
I was so cold and damp and scared
while he was so moist and warm.
He wet his lips he pressed to mine
I gave him every drop
he treated me so quickly
I couldn’t make him stop.
He made me what Iam today
that’s why you find me here.
Oh! A broken bottle casted away
that once was full of water.