I was with eight of my best best friends

Friendships I knew would never ever end

We were all getting so drunk one school night

Stayin out past dark and that ole curfew street light

We were rebels without a cause

At our indifferences we’d stand with applause

Our parents had no clue where we were

We were invincible, life was ours to endure

All eight chillin at our usual party tree

Up walked these men; One, two, there were three

They were tryin to punk us but at 15 I wasn't scared

I stood up for my friends and gave them my best evil stare

Then one pushed me down and pulled out a gun

Said "Tonight, Sweetie, you and I are gonna have so much fun!"

At first it didn't phase me, I knew my friends had my back

It was that night I found out true friendship I lacked

I’m sure he saw the moment my face went pale

Not knowing what would happen, would I live through this tale?

Eight of my best friends watched while I screamed and I cried

Not one even ran for help, they left me to die

He ripped off my clothes as I screamed with my life

I think I cried more knowing I was watched as I’d fight

It was years before I could sleep without feeling his touch

How could ten people stand by, eight I knew and trusted so much?!

After what happened I don’t care what you say

I’ll never trust or believe you, I don’t care if you stay

I’m not the same person I was back then

If I had one wish I’d go back and start all over again

Sometimes I still cry because I envy the old me

My innocence, faith, my strong-will, and such purity

Even today I struggle to be that sweet girl once again

But sometimes I give up because it’s another battle I know I can’t win