You twist and turn the truth,
While ripping at my youth.
I strongly say "stop"
And you make my head throb.
You call me a sinner
And claim you are a winner.
You boast that I ask for it
And in me grows a pit.

I've never wanted you,
And this I know is true.
But you make my head pound
As you turn facts around.
 
I tell you not to touch me,
Even though it's just my knee.
I know where it will go,
So keep your hand not even low.
I don’t want your grimy hands
Tracing all over my lands.
Yet, here you go again
Causing another stain.
 
It's all my fault,
Or so you say.
This is assault.
To you, I'm just prey.
Stop manipulating,
This is too frustrating.
Stop labeling me
As your way to flee.
 
I am not in the wrong.
It has been you all along.