his hand were rough
but it never touched me
his grope was strong
but he never held me
his voice was strong
terrying, i should say
i couldn't do anything back then
i regret it every day
his bloody eyes
looked at me
a tear escaped
as i escaped from him
every corner, every walls
i can hear him calls
the name i used to like
now i greatly despise
the voice never
brushed through my skin
not even once, never
but it carved wound in me
the eyes never groped me
but i can see it
that in his eyes
i'm his favorite
i hear him call me every day
that even if
i cover my ears
it never goes away
the lies were hidden by a smile
the hands never touched mine
the reason why i'm into older guys,
i was wounded by his eyes.
