The Little Girl didn't deserve what you gave her.
You acted as if it was normal, but it was not.
Your cruel actions and sick twisted,
Mind will make sure you get locked up behind.
The Little Girl didn't know what you where doing.
She thought you just loved her very, very much.
But to everyone else in the world,
What you did to her body makes you look like a devil.
The Little Girl was frightened and laden with guilt.
Why didn't you stop? Why did you have to keep going.
To you the touching was just a game,
To you she was simple your silent toy.
The Little Girl lived through years with this guilt.
You made her suffer even after she moved away.
Why did you pick her,
Was it because you knew she would leave forever.
What would you say if one day the police came to your door.
The Little Girl is who they ask you about,
Your heart beats fast and you sit right down.
You try to lie but they know what you did,
They know the actions about how you would help yourself.
The Little Girl is all grown up, she is no longer scared of you.
But even though you are far, far away,
She feels afraid and unable to think.
You screwed her life up and shot her down, on her knees she was face down.
But she fought her way back up to her feet, and walked away quick as a wink.
