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You met me in my white summer dress
the sun in my eyes and on my face...
my face you saw and thought pretty

I smiled with you and you smiled back
we were young and I was innocent
I trusted you but why'd you trust me?

You were my first real friend
I made you a part of my life
you mistook that to be good

You held my bloodied hand
and blood smeared your palm
and still you walked on with me

If I let you undress me you'd see
every wound I have hidden away
pain that is hidden but still is me

I was a hurt girl to begin with
now I blame you for my wounds
I can't contain the pain anymore

I said that I loved you sweetie
but I hate myself much more
I let the pain and hurt rage on