• 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...