Some memories remains, that always lies deep down in my vein
I wanna talk about it, scream for the help
but no one is ready to hear
Some pain doesn't go away.
You came into my life, leaving me in despair
touching me inappropriately, difficult to bare
You took away my innocence, leaving me in disgrace
putting your hands all over my body, invading my personal space
Your impure hands, broke me into millions
making me feel guilty, for your sins
Your words and action, made me feel insecure and ashamed
and even society blamed.
I wore the dresses that revealed my skin
and may be, that provoked him
And I guess it was my fault
for being the one to experience sexual assault.
I hate myself for not being able to speak,
and because of this flaw the same story repeat
Different guy, different situations
I guess this will never finish.
