I walked home the next day,
My clothes were ripped up and I'd never felt more used,
I told my dad that I fell over and I stayed at a friends for the night.
The bruises on my thighs said otherwise,
I could still feel them all over my body,
They had said that I deserved it.
They had said I was asking for it,
That I was their toy now,
That it was all my killer smile and killer body.
