How in the world can I tell anyone?
What if everyone thinks I was looking for fun?
What if no one believes me, no matter how hard I cry?
Oh, Lord, I just want to lie down and die.
Wrong place, wrong time--it's the same old story.
I didn't shed any blood, and yet the whole experience felt gory,
more sickening than any horror movie that I could ever see.
Why did it have to happen to me?
I guess girls in this position always ask that question.
They feel like they've been shot with a lethal injection.
Now I understand exactly how they feel.
But in spite of my pain, it still seems so unreal.
How can I ever look at anything the same way again?
Who will stand by me now and be a true friend?
I don't think I ever want to leave this shower.
I want to erase every single detail of that hour.
No more nights of going out alone.
But I'm too old to need a chaperone.
This town is usually safe. How could this happen?
Was he watching me and waiting till I was his for the trapping?
All the lights in my world began to fade,
because I screamed my lungs out, but no one came to my aid.
We might as well have been the only two people in the world.
It's times like this that I hate being a girl.