When he went away he told me he would come back.
And I promised that I would be here waiting for him.
That was almost four mouths ago.
But we both promised that we would touch each othe like we did that night.
I guess we both lied.
The night I got my first.
The night I had the best time.
But I regret it.
I regret feeling those cold hands on my thighs.
I regret feeling those chilled tongs in my between my legs.
I regret it.
I regret knowing what would happen but not stopping it.
And I hate them!
I hate them!
Almost as much as I hate myself!!
I am nothing but a hollow womb and an angry, weary, sorrow filled spirit.
And I regret laying on that table and letting them take my child from me!!!
And I am nothing but an empty womb...
I Regret It...