I don't want to keep dreaming about this mom, is this some kind of lesson
Get out you need to do this
After I got out, she locked the doors and left
A dark night, walking alone
I have a bad feeling about this, oh what I'm doing here
Can I just wake up
But I can't, no matter how hard I try
A old, fat man is trying to get on top of me
It doesn't make any sense, why she would put me in this kind of situation
But I don't have a much of a choice
Using my strength to take him off me
Putting my fingers in his eyes, pressuring it down
Eyes bleeding down on his face
A door that leads to somewhere
The moment I opened the door, there she is waiting for me
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