Little miss innocent, with a twinkle in her eye
Playing in the garden, she’d just turned five
Baby come here, please come inside
I want to show you some cards, so please don’t be shy
Ten minutes later, locked in a room
Scared but she knew, what she had to do
Knee’s on the floor, and it wasn’t to pray
But she prayed that day would go away

Eight whole years later, now she was a teen
The usual family problems, made her want to scream
She walked out the door, and 6 hours later
Passed out on a couch, with someone who made her
Think of the things, like how she was too young
But when you can’t move, there’s not much to be done
To stop trailing hands, and the sound of zips
The begging and pleading, the fingertips

Meant to be a great night, but she was deceived
Who she was with, wasn’t who she thought he would be
The trust it built up, but then it broke down
Yet it’s her own fault for letting her world spin around
He swore to take care of her, for a night or for more
But she’d fallen for this one, one two many times before
So she started running, and still he caught up
Sometimes emotional strength just isn’t enough
Giving up physically, but strong in the mind
She bored him with theories of death and of life
Sunshine on her face, and there she awoke
Feeling like nothing, next to a bloke

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