So many men think it's okay
When I'm not cautious of their touch
The ones that slide their fingers along my thighs
Up my body like I want this to happen

But I'm so tired
That I can't fight it

So many men
Win my battle
And find pleasure in an empty body

How many social media breaks will you take
until you’re okay
you’re okay
you’re okay

Your curls stain my mind
They remind me of life
The way they twist in circles
Spiraling down

Every day I tell myself tomorrow will be okay
But when the day arrives
I simply cannot stay