“My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
And yet I find
And yet I find
repeating in my head
If I can't be my own”
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
And yet I find
And yet I find
repeating in my head
If I can't be my own