Candice

She grabs me, takes me to the bed once more
 I? m just a baby, but she? s done it all before
 Taken advantage of an [incomprehensible] year old, raped his innocence
 And what for? Power
 Well, I hope you got your score
 Well, I hope you got your score
 You ruined me, my physical communication
 To other beings
 My overall sense of feeling
 I wish I could cut your memories from my brain
 They haunt me, isolating me, infecting me with fear
 A fear of a touch and fear of women
 Didn't you think that you would turn me
 Into a man that? s afraid of a touch?
 It? s just skin against skin
 But it freezes me from within, from within
 This English burdened tongue
 Cannot express how plagued I feel
 The slightest touch brings me
 Back to her lust, to her lust
 To her perverseness
 Dear God, take this away
 Dear God, take this away