I get a drive to school every day, and picked up to go home.
I'm not allowed to used the phone or visit with some friends.
I cannot join the other kids, for movies, fun or dates.
I must stay at home and be told how bad I really am.

I let my father touch me. I know too much 'bout things.
She locks me up to protect me -- or so she says.
It's all my fault, I'm constantly reminded.
No man will ever want me, 'cause I'm dirty and I'm cheap.

She hides the letters from my mom and edits what she reads
And if I write I know that she will censor what I say.
So I hide my feelings and keep them to myself
And hope one day I'll be free to speak out all my thoughts.