There sits a little girl

And she can not handle

The pain of this world

I wonder when she'll move on

and I wonder if she'll just run

Leaving family men, violent men



She's running from men, running

I didn't want to get in a fight

But it's already on your roster tonight

I'm clinging on to your clothes

And to feel your leather and to smell your leather

The feeling of power is yours not mine

I've seen this happen a million times

Why don't you stop when you see me cry

Can you carry on with tears in my eyes



Left behind

On the floor

And I really want to stay here

From the sight that I just saw

I didn't really see you at all

Because the girl in front of me was myself when I was small



And now she's running from men, run, run

I didn't want to get in a fight

But it's already on your roster tonight

I'm clinging on to your clothes

have to feel your leather and to smell your leather

The feeling of power is yours not mine

I've seen this happen a billion times

And all your hands just cheer

When I'm as white as a sheet with fear



There she lies

And there she will deprive

Herself from being a family man, a violent men

Because a family man, a violent men



She's running from men

She is gonna run, run from men