Taking girls to private places
Hidden horrors upon their faces
Disgusting thoughts do fill my head
I wish that I could just be dead
How dare I spread my childhood scare
In hopes that someone will find me there
No memories of the man who came
It's those little girls, they're all the same
Sometimes I wish I could've been free
But who was the one, taking them with me?
Showing them pleasures--I don't feel that I should live
So what if I was only seven, myself I wont forgive
They may have participated too
but in a way it makes pain more true
While others remained meed and mild
I was a sick and twisted child
I promised myself--never again
Will I go with that man--be taked by him
he may be gone but in my mind he's still there
Touching my legs and stroking my hair
He made me forget what life was really for
I'll beat my head in my childhood closet
yelling at the nameless man
"Get Out! Please stop it!"