Testo di Candice

She grabs me, takes me to the bed once more. I'm just a baby, but she's done it all before. Taken advantage of a two year old, raped his innocence. And what for? Power? Well I hope you got your score. You ruined me; my physical communication to other beings, my overall sense of feeling. I wish I could cut your memories from my brain. They haunt me, isolating me, infecting me with fear. A fear of a touch, and fear of women. Didn't you think that you would turn me into a man that's afraid of a touch? It's just skin against skin, but it freezes me from within. This english-burdened tongue cannot express how plagued I feel. The slightest touch brings me back to her lust, to her perverseness. Dear God, take this away.