I could only dream of feeling clean in my own skin
And even when I dream I don't feel clean cause I dream of him
And even when I scrub my body raw I hear his voice
Taunting me he says you wanted it, you made that choice
Thirteen, but not quite jaded yet
What a bloody scene - she wanted it, I bet
He will have his way and I will wait for better days
Better days are far and few, I wish I had a say
Save the shame, I'll take the blame while I replay it in my head
Another body on his list, I wish that he was dead
He can keep his dignity, I must've lost mine in the dirt
When I was picking rocks out from my palms, or straightening my skirt
I'll never feel clean
I'll never feel clean
I'll never feel clean
I'll never feel clean