Letra de Stonybrook

These scars will never heal
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