Little girls...
Nov. 20th, 2008 09:48 pmLittle girls are special. They are meant to be cherished and dressed up in pretty clothes and taken to dance lessons and piano lessons and softball practice and tennis lessons.
Little girls are not housekeepers. Little girls are not wives.
No sane man takes his little girl, pins her down by her wrists, fills her face with his beer breath, and takes her virginity by force. No sane man forces his little girl to give him oral sex by forcing her face into his lap and choking her with his cock.
Little girls that these things happen to grow up to be fucked up grown women like me.
How do I make sense of my life? How do I make sense of anything? None of this makes sense to me.
I have to face all these things that make no sense and somehow make sense of my life. I don't know how to do it.
Help.
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I missed the life
I missed the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
I'm over this
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I've known
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't tell what I've done
And now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
Little girls are not housekeepers. Little girls are not wives.
No sane man takes his little girl, pins her down by her wrists, fills her face with his beer breath, and takes her virginity by force. No sane man forces his little girl to give him oral sex by forcing her face into his lap and choking her with his cock.
Little girls that these things happen to grow up to be fucked up grown women like me.
How do I make sense of my life? How do I make sense of anything? None of this makes sense to me.
I have to face all these things that make no sense and somehow make sense of my life. I don't know how to do it.
Help.
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I missed the life
I missed the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
I'm over this
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I've known
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't tell what I've done
And now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down, away from the sun again