I’m Not A Little Girl Anymore

Touch me again

And I’ll break your arm

For I’m older and stronger now

You can’t do me any more harm

My Lips Are Sealed

Don’t you worry

I will never tell

How much you hurt me

And put me through hell

But not to keep

Your good name intact

But more to ensure

You never come back

Never
have
you
gone
out
more
now
you’ve
been
told
to
stay
in

Leaving
it
to
fate
alone
to
test
the
theory
that
fools
never
win

You
think
you’ve
gotten
away
with it

But
you
and
I both
know

You’ll
wither
away
sad
and
alone

While
I will
continue
to grow

Twenty three years in prison

Is nowhere near enough

For men like you to realise

We are not your ‘bit of fluff’

If I
hadn’t
been so
confused,
then.

I
wouldn’t
feel so
used,
now.