Susie was her name

Would you like to hold her?

Her eyes a little smudged and tired

Would you want to touch her in the harsh light of the day?

It’s just that little bit more sleezy, for that rush you’ll pay

Every Line tells a story   

Not the type to make a book

It was a long time ago that she gave everything

Everything he took

I really want to touch her

 I want to finger at her mind

I want to get her soul out

Edging that bit closer with every grind

I want to know why she looks at me that way

I want to know why she runs away

I’ll throw just one more punch

I can make her stay