The "Games"

These games were different
These games were weird

I was only nine
Didn't know what I should've feared

I was a little girl
He was sixteen

I didn't know what to do
I didn't know he would be so mean

He touched me over and over again
And I couldn't yell

He knew it was wrong
So I'll hope to see him burn in hell

His lips all over
His hands were put on me

He played them quietly
I wish someone were there to see

I sat still, just like he said
"Shhhh, it'll be quick" he'd always say

As I sat and watched him
Rip my dignity away

Why he did it...

I don't know...