He grabbed me by my slender neck
I couldn't yell or scream.
He took me to his dingy room
Where we could not be seen.

He stripped me of my flimsy wrap,
And gazed upon my form.
I was wet and cold and damp,
And he was nice and warm.

His feverish lips he pressed to mine,
I gave him every drop.
He drained me of my very self,
And I couldn't make him stop.

He made me what I am today,
That's why you find me here...
A broken bottle, tossed away,
That once was full of beer.