I was new to the road, played my pretty guitar
For anyone who would listen
A girl on her back looks to be asleep
Her clothes were torn, gashes up her legs and thighs
Deep
I helped her off the couch
Asked her her name
If she’s OK
“Do you know them?
Do you?”
She said “Some guy raped me in my dumb car last week
Who cares who they are?
I was raped last week in my car
Who gives a fuck who they are?”
I took my guitar
And got the shit out of there
I think about her still
The blood down her lеgs and tears in her eyеs
I’m coming home, mom
But I’m sad for her still
She’s stuck in there still
The spit and handprints all down her neck
She looked up at me
And god was she pissed
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