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Vulnerable
Walking through the streets at night,
Vulnerable and all alone,
Stranger pulls up in his car,
And offers her lift home.
She sits down next to him,
They start to talk,
But he drives past her street,
And into the dark.
She tries the door but it wont unlock,
She bangs on the window but he grabs her arm,
He pulls into a dark alley,
Ready to do her harm.
Her drags her from his car,
And throws her down by the wall,
The place is so deserted,
No-one can hear her call.
Her innocence is took away,
As the man gets in his car and flees,
But she won't tell no-one of her pain,
She just sits there, cuts, and bleeds.
Walking through the streets at night,
Vulnerable and all alone,
Stranger pulls up in his car,
And offers her lift home.
She sits down next to him,
They start to talk,
But he drives past her street,
And into the dark.
She tries the door but it wont unlock,
She bangs on the window but he grabs her arm,
He pulls into a dark alley,
Ready to do her harm.
Her drags her from his car,
And throws her down by the wall,
The place is so deserted,
No-one can hear her call.
Her innocence is took away,
As the man gets in his car and flees,
But she won't tell no-one of her pain,
She just sits there, cuts, and bleeds.
