becky warb - Help

Heat pounding,
Body temperature rising,
I can hear your voice down stairs,
Panic stricken, Fear deep down inside,
Are the others asleep, I'll pretend i am too,
Footsteps on the stairs,
Jesus, God Please help me,

The morning will come,
We'll prentend and forget,
Caucious and weary but not enough to speak up,
I'll carry on maybe to my death,
Will i ever be free from your tourment.

becky warb

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