You took me for a ride.
A wild one, rolling like the sea tide.
I wish I’d stayed home locked inside.
When you took me for a ride.
You spoke words that made me glad.
Things that shown in a mind always sad.
You promised love and support.
And I fell for the untruthful rapport.
Yet had I known how things would go.
I surely would have said no.
I’d have stopped this hellish dance.
While I still had the chance.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty they say.
I fully agree, for I’ve learned the hard way.
When you came to me for a ride.
I should have ran to hide.
My pockets you made sure to empty.
My will you struggled to break.
I was your Atm, your land of plenty.
My body in fear would tremble and quake.
You took me for a ride.
Oh how I wish I had run to hide.
It would have been better, than to die inside.

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