my soul was left like a crumpled up
piece of paper I left lying here
in that bathroom and you knew it
my pigtails couldn't have been cut
couldn't have been more touched
the games of making a wish
couldn't have been more tainted
when you painted
me skies of barbies and rainbows
how can you make me function without
you? how can you make me believe
that the bathroom was my only safe room?
how can you teach me fear after I felt it?
I don't even know what living is for
if it's not revisiting that memory.
go on and whisper all the things you
want to do to a little girl
maybe you shouldn't come back
and install this fear back inside of me
I accepted this part of my soul
and you can longer paint
me what you thought was
what I wanted
I paint it all by myself
I can do bad all by myself.