Sometimes I remember the days when I was four and I had to spend the day at his house
I remember how I wanted to leave as soon as possible
But he had told me that what we did was a secret that I couldn't tell my parents
So I endured

Sometimes I remember the days when I was five and I thought it was normal
I remember how I didn't think there was anything wrong
I thought that everyone did this
So I endured

Sometimes I remember when I was six and he started being much, much meaner about it
I remember the bruises I would have
I thought that it was my fault
So I endured

Sometimes I remember when I was seven and he began to fear my beginning of truth-telling
I remember the touching slowing to a halt
I thought I had done something wrong, but I was so, so glad that I did
So I endured

Now sometimes I remember when he's not the one touching me, but you are
And I tell you to stop in the very middle
But you understand how it feels because I've told you during my 3 AM bouts of depression and nightmares
So you endure