On the Count of One

She sits in her room
Tired and alone
She's too scared to sleep
And too proud to let it be known

Hiding from reality
Afraid of what people will say
She'd rather just let it happen
And pray it will someday be okay

The night is coming fast
And her heart begins to race
She closes her eyes as he walks through the door
Never wanting to see his face

Yet again he takes her hands
And holds them tightly above her head
Takes advantage of the soul he's erased
Leaves her feeling dead

She deserves the abuse she gets
But she can't bare it anymore
He takes advantage of her lifeless body
Then calls her a stupid whore

He finally leaves her room
Not knowing it will be the final time
The girl decides to take her life
Put an end to her his crimes

She reaches under her bed
Places her hand upon a gun
She's scared but knows she'll soon be at peace
On the count of one...