You twist my words and you twist my arm, throw me down hard,and I fall with no sound. Your hands once so gentle turn to stone, and your harsh words tear my soul. The rope burns my wrists...please leave me alone..my words freeze.. "I didn't...no...didn't...they took me" but you aren't listening anymore... My hair was long and soft. You used to love to touch it... and now you slide it a strand at a time through your fingers..and burn it , and call me a whore. "I'm not,"I cry inside,"they had a gun." but the words are lost...and the damage is done.