I've been raising up my hands drive another nail in just what God needs one more victim
I don't know what a shrink would call me. I don't want to know.
I know I'm an acquired taste - I'm anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.
Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.
There were times that I needed to go to battle, but how I went to battle wasn't always the best way in.
The last thing I want to be known as is 'The Girl Who Got Raped'. The big turn around you make in your head is from victim to survivor.