To call your desires "childish" is an understatement
You told me I was special, that I was one in a million
I was just one in four, according to the statistics
How did it feel to touch a body that fit adolescent clothes?
Did you know I was scared to tell, that nobody would know?
Did I bring it upon myself
Was it my fault for existing?
If it's not real
It's not a warning sign
It's all fictional, right?
You picked me out and ate me up
I thought that it was love
How young and dumb I was
Another victim of
Your opportunistic lust
Hands reaching out to touch
An unspoken disgust
Too soon to grow up
(Put in a heart-shaped plastic box covered up with a lid)
(With people like me who know the horrible shit you did)
It couldn't have been love, that's true
But if it isn't, what was it?
You told me I was special, that I was one in a million
I was just one in four, according to the statistics
How did it feel to touch a body that fit adolescent clothes?
Did you know I was scared to tell, that nobody would know?
Did I bring it upon myself
Was it my fault for existing?
If it's not real
It's not a warning sign
It's all fictional, right?
You picked me out and ate me up
I thought that it was love
How young and dumb I was
Another victim of
Your opportunistic lust
Hands reaching out to touch
An unspoken disgust
Too soon to grow up
(Put in a heart-shaped plastic box covered up with a lid)
(With people like me who know the horrible shit you did)
It couldn't have been love, that's true
But if it isn't, what was it?
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