We scream no
So how do they hear a yes?
Our voice they doth protest,
And how can we be
So hated for just being a human being,
Are we dolls that can be torn apart
Destruction is a sacred art,
And my body is painted red
Can\'t you see the prints
Where violent hands met skin
Where nos became a yes
Where silence meant consent,
And why does no one care,
When we scream
Do you even hear?
How can you not feel our pain
How can you not see the blood from our veins?
How can you look me in the eyes
And tell me that it was right,
How can you talk about his life
As if he didn\'t ruin mine,
Why do our lives not matter
When you already have our livers
On a sliver platter,
There\'s a problem
A sickness that keeps slipping in
But we forget it
It\'s not a sin,
No instead it\'s this:
They can\'t control it,
Born for aggression,
Boys will be boys,
Skin will be skin,
Don\'t wear that, don\'t wear this
You were asking for those red prints,
You smiled,
They bought a drink
What do you think that means?
You enjoyed it,
You were dating,
You didn\'t say no, how was I suppose to know?
You weren\'t that drunk
But even if you were,
What do you expect
From wearing that skirt,
Well let me tell you,
What I simply hear:
Silence isn\'t a yes,
Dating isn\'t consent,
This is our body
Skin isn\'t a sin,
So before you tell me
A life is ruined
It already was
And he\'s proof of it.