It Never Ends
As I sit and listen
This song takes me back
I was a 9 year old boy then
My innocence was intact
Our door was open to him
He was my parents friend
Little did they know
At night, I was his victim
His name was Steve
Long haired, Skinny and greasy
He smelled of rotting piss
And seeked everyones pitty
“Cons for kids” was his thing
The title says it all
Fun and games during the day
Pain and fear come nightfall
I’m a family man now
24 years have gone by
Yet I still blame me
Because I caught the freaks eye...
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ttgothposted on 03/10/2008
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