She was walking home again On the trail that helped her survive Survive because it was here she lost love And lost herself A man approached her As her cheetah print skirt swayed He swooned and tried to ****** Tried to ****** a girl At the age of thirteen A man who knew nothing of her Other than her bittersweet innocence That he would steal for himself He laid her down And took her And as she walked away She wept Wept for all she has lost Wept her lack of fighting But why should such a young girl be a victim Why did that man feel like he had her from just a glance Was she weak Who told him she was broken Who told him she would scream Who told him it was okay Because it sure wasn't her.
I didn't know how to really write this, it's been a while...