I asked someone what to write about?
A whisper came back " write what you are most afraid to tell."
I still remember that gloomy day
Just stood there waiting And saw someone who looked like a friend
But I didn't know he came with a mask of shameless cruelty
At first he undressed me with his eyes
slowly and mercilessly pushed his body against mines
I didn't yell or shout or scream
I stood there numb
And maybe a lifetime passed by
And as I turn to that page of my life
Guilt runs through my vines and fear runs down my spine
Now just I am just waiting for that day
That someone dresses me again to the girl I was back then.
