I met a guy a few years ago,
a really okay guy, you know...
Of course then again so was I,
and also foolhardy enough to forget to fly.
A depressed girl I used to be,
until he came along, you see.
But at the time I was a bit too young,
to understand what was done.
I was high-spirited and carefree,
that was once how I used to be.
Now I'm a girl who wants to die,
be alone in my room and cry.
I had been good then, you see.
A girl whose innocence was clean.
Someone who had high self-esteem,
until that guy took me.
Yes, rape. Such a word to describe something so obscene.
I didn't know what people'd think.
So I hid my past and moved on,
hoping then that that guy'd be gone.
But of course he left after an argument,
and then as years gone by he came and went.
My little brother, his favorite son,
he came here and didn't realize the damage he'd done.
He destroyed my happiness, the one thing I'd love to have.
A young girl's hopes now up for grab,
She didn't want them anymore.
What was she to tell the guy she'd love furthermore?
I kept telling myself that this was a lie,
that I can kiss this nitemare a fair good-bye.
But then I look inside and see it's all true,
and go to remember the girl who once flew.
Oh how I dreaded that day,
when everything would come out in the wrong way.
I told a few friends, and told my love,
and they all didn't go corrupt.
But even I didn't feel safe to tell the few,
the few who knew.
I dread the moment they'll tell their family,
and what will they think of me?
The impression I've worked so hard to build,
might shatter and I won't have anything still.
Once again I'd be back to where I started,
a girl who's hopes are broken-hearted.
