Dreaming of a place where I fit in
Dreaming of a place where I belong
Holding my head to the weeping skies
Wondering will I ever go home.
Tainted by my fellow peers
Tainted by my horror years
Tainted by my shallow ways
A tainted girl I must say.
Woke up inside my filth
Dear lord what have I did
Thinking of no tomorrow
Feeling weak in my sorrow.
Tainted by my fellow peers
Tainted by my horror years
Tainted by my shallow ways
A tainted girl I must say.
Pleading to you for your help
You threw me off like you did not care
Hurting by what happened that day
I remember it like it's yesterday.
Tainted by my fellow peers
A girl who lived through hurtful years
Hurting but can take no more
I shall rise just like a storm
Dreaming of my rainy days
I know I was tainted in a way.
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