The damage has been done,
the curse from the sun,
fear replaces fun,
nothing chases her
but still she runs.

The damage has set in,
the curse of sin
running from the places she's been,
unsure of new friends
tired but there for her daunting kin.

The damage has infected the body,
and she can't tell anybody
won't trust nobody,
who can help? nobody
knock, knock!
whose there? just me.