My inner child reaches out her hands For a minute, I think about pulling away But then I see her dark, teary eyes Her trembling fingertips And I pull her close and tell her "No matter what happens... I am never going to give up on you."
My body is a commodity I'll pay you four whispers in your ear All the things you'd die to hear Three eyelashes on my cheek Its my body I claim to seek Whats mine lies on the tiles Wanted only every once in a while.
The little girl inside of me screams to be important and acknowledged. Her voice shrill while everyone around stand with plugged ears. I wanna be heard. I wanna scream. I wanna be heard.