.

Hearing the same words all day long

Little girl, you're much too young

You'll make me believe it's true

If you continue

You want me to walk on your way

Can't think by myself, anyway

Don't have the right to be me

Don't have the right to be free

And in your hurting silences

Feel like walking on razor blades

My bleeding words doesn't make sense

Pay for all the mistakes you made

Poor little girl, you have no choice

Everyday you have to hear their voice

Dreaming in your heart to be deaf

Hoping in your dreams to be safe

But in your mind the blinding light

Always remembers you to fight.