Stonybrook - Nevada Rose

You satisfied yourself with no worry for herself

Such a sleazy way to get off when all she wanted was just to talk

You took her purity and made it her vanity

You finished but the stains still remain

As you can’t wash away memories

Her white slate now blackened with the grit of her clinging past

These stains will forever make their presents last

Stop fleeing and wipe off your tears

Stop running away from the oppressions, start moving forward

If time were an hour glass, you’d be the sand

You fell through the cracks

It takes such a weak man to disregard rules of civilization

And to take advantage of a situation

Her screams fall on dead ears

Vocal chords scrapping her throat

Stop fleeing and wipe off your tears

Stop running away from the oppressions, start moving forward

If time were an hour glass you’d be the sand