I’m having memories of when I was thirteen
All I want to do is scream and scream
Because it hurts so much what I had to do
To live in that house with all of you
Why I go through this — I can’t seem to say
Why it’s me who’s got to pay
Fighting so hard to get through the day
Why do men do this when it’s so wrong
Is it because they are the strong
Or is it because we’ve learned so well
Not to speak up, never to yell
The ropes in my muscles are yelling for me
Till I find the right words for what happened to me.