Britney

You said that you would always be there
You said that you really did care
Instead all I got were your bullshit lies
You didn't once stop to listen to my cries

It started with a beer
Then two than three
I didn't notice the way that you started to leer
Never registered that it was anything more than family love

After three I couldn't talk
Hell, I could barely walk
"I'll help you to bed"
That's what you said
What you didn't say was that it would be your own bed

I begged, cried, pleaded, swore not to tell
Your response was it will only hurt like hell
You were rough, kept a hand over my mouth
It was over soon, but a piece of me was dead

You made me into a walking corpse
No one bothered to even notice
No one would have guessed
Until I got the courage to tell

No one believed me
You made your story so damn good
Why would the uncle and step father who has been out of prison ten times be horny enough to rape his niece?
I ask myself the same damn thing

Mom was pissed
Sister called slut
The rest just ignored me

A week passed and I was kicked to the curb
Left to defend on my own
You didn't care if I was hurt or I died
Out there in the streets, middle of winter

I made it though
Just barely, sometimes I slip up
Sometimes I cry and think why me?
It's a good question
Why me

What did I do to deserve the way that you treated me
I didn't dress, act, or say anything odd
No it was all in your head and it just goes back to show me
That you didn't care