It was on a cold, windy night,
That I stayed at your house in such fright.
I had a bad feeling before I arrived,
I just feel lucky that I survived.
Or am I?
Your''e a horrible person with a cold heart,
You took my everything and tore it apart.
I was scared to tell anyone right after,
That you took away my childhood laughter.
But I did and your time will be here,
To be guilty of taking what was dear.
At nights when I go to bed,
I keep playing that night over in my head.
I''m still afraid of the dark,
As smaller kids are.
I look under my bed, afraid you''ll be there,
When I get tucked in all I can do is stare.
My life now is such a disaster,
All I want to have is my childhood laughter.
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