I'm haunted.
By the disguise that guys provide...
It's like they don't realize how their lies affect lives.
Everyday, everywhere, now I live in fear.
Of any man, who may be near.
I flood tears down my face, so often I've memorized the taste.
People tell me it's because of me,
what I wear & who I be; With,
And I know it's not right but sometimes I wish they'd all just fall off a cliff.
I really don't understand, like...
Does my, "no," sound like "yes?"
Don't you need my permission to proceed to carress my breast?
Does my body seem like some type of bribe that you must take?
Must I remind you all that my body's a prize and to get to heaven there's a gate?
So why do you think you're entitled to sabotage my pearly gates?
Taking me to place where I never wanna be, showing me things I never want to see in my own memories?!
Nothing could ever make me forget !
No jail sentence, pain, money,or death.
So as I walk around with this mask, materialized by my past.
I standalone with this one question I just must ask ...
Why did you have to haunt me?
