I remember the way he looked at me
I remember the way he touched me
I remember the sound of his breathing
I remember the wetness of his kisses
I remember the smell of his sweat
but worst of all I can remember the way
he went inside
held me down
and forced his way
I didn't know that it was wrong
I didn't know what it was
I didn't fight
coz I didn't have a clue
just lied down and hoped
hoped it would be over soon
but it newer stopped
But even though I didn't know what it was
I knew it wasn't normal
I could feel it somehow
some kind of a natural indistinct
telling me it wasn't right
I was afraid
I was alone
and it hunts me
till this day
the feeling of him
of my stupidity
of being a woman too soon
newer really felt like I was one
with the other kids
coz they where free
free from the frozen steer from his eyes
free from the look
the touch
the kisses
the smell
the sound of his breathing
his moaning
hi laughing
his smiling
his words
his ewerrything
c'est la vie