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Alone And Disturbed
Through My Crimson Tears

"New Perfume"
She stayed up all night praying
That her thoughts on where he was weren't right
She prayed that business was the truth
That has kept him out all night.
As she finally began to fall asleep
The headlights of his car awoke her
And she went outside to meet him
But then everything became a blur.
For when she pulled him close to her
And breathed him in
She found a new perfume on his clothes
And his eyes were filled with sin.
She stormed back in their farmhouse
And grabbed the rifle off the rack
She went back outside and pointed at him
And she told him to leave and never come back.
But he refused and still stood there
As she readied the gun in her hand
And she walked towards him and he backed away
And said,"I'll kill you right where you stand."
Yet, he still reached to hold her
But her fingers tightened and her thoughts curled
And she smiled as she fired the shot
And promised him there'd be no more other girls.
She ran back in their farmhouse
And tried to grab everything she would need
She dropped the boy's toys throughout the yard
As she thought about her final deed.
She threw his body inside their barn
And took off with the baby in a nervous state
There shall be no more perfume nor late nights
Tonight was his final date.

"Happy Girl"
I used to be a happy girl
With long, flowing pigtails
And a huge, pearly white smile
Extending from ear to ear.
No fear ever stood in my way
As I jumped and skipped at my will
I would run through fields of flowers
Without anything to stop my youth.
But then my youth was stolen
Robbed of my beauty in the night
Invaded by a beast in an enclosed hell
A nightmare far beyond anyone's belief.
I bit and I kicked and I fought for my life
But that only made him thrust harder
And my smile slowly faded away
To mix with my tears and blood.
And finally all the agony was finished
And he walked out of the bathroom door
I was left curled in a ball
With no one to give me an explanation.
I was a happy girl
With my pigtails tangled and wild
And a ripped open womanhood
Which was taken from me by a...
A man who was bigger than I
Probably in his mid-twenties
Twenties...why God why?
I was only twelve, he only twenty.
I used to be a happy girl
Never realizing how happy I was
Until my innocence was taken by the Devil
Portrayed nothing but misery and absence
Help me God...
I used to be a happy girl.

"I Was Only Twelve"
The air was chilly that night in March
I sneaked out with my older relatives
Hiding in ditches and dodging the headlights we saw
With three boys we didn't even know,
But I was only twelve.
I was too tired to stay out and play
I walked back by myself to our site
The night air creeped through the bathroom door
Along with two men in their twenties
Protecting themselves with knives and muscles
I had no means of protection for my youth
But I was only twelve.
Are you satisfied with yourself dear man
Who stole my innocence with the night surronding?
Are you happy with yourself by the name of a rapist
Or do you just take pride in knowing
You destroyed me?
I have my own rapist
O dear sweet man whom I take pity upon
If I ever see you out on the streets
With the night air surrounding us again
I will be the one who is protected
For I am no longer only twelve.

"Desiree'"
God help me I'm falling
Falling for you
Enclosed in a room with four corners, three chairs, and you
Someone help me break free
Who keeps repeating my name?
Make them stop.
...Desiree'...
What do they want from me?
Who have they came here for?
Will they love me?
I want you to love me
Please love me
...Love...
What exactly is love?
A misinterpreted word that everyone takes for granted?
No...not everyone
Not me
...Desiree'...
What? Eric, is that you?
Eric? Eric? Please Eric.
...I love you...
Everytime I think of you
My heart stops working
Why is this room getting smaller?
The walls are closing in tighter
Help me...
Jesus help me!
Quit calling my name
Stop it...
Eric, is that you?
Oh my God
My hair is on the floor
And entangled between my fingers
...Desiree'...
I'm bleeding...make it stop
Puddle of maroon beneath me
Eric, what have I done?
I can see you now
But you're not with me
...Alone...
But then who's calling my name?

"People"
I hate when people are themselves
Always nosy with their noses stuck in their bums
With no one to console them
Because their nose is too high to make friends.
I hate when people are rude
With the exceedingly loud belches
And the degrading comments to fat people
When they have no right to talk anyhow.
I hate when people lower their confidence
To only expedite their pain in life
Left with no one to help them
All alone struggling to find their place.
I hate when girls constantly shame
And fix their makeup twenty times an hour
Not realizing that natural beauty is better
Instead they load on their false identities.
I hate when boys think they're funny
To reduntantly remind girls of their faults
Never appreciating them for the inside
And never giving the chance to know her heart.
I hate when people deny of themselves
Just to make someone proud of them
When they don't even know who they are
And they hide under their false protection.