Breathing out, breathing in
To hope you don\'t look like a sin
Taking a look in the mirror just one more time
Hopeful to be more confident, to shine
Shutting the lights, saying goodbye to the pet
Only to arrive at a place she would soon be upset
Never intending she’d be in trouble
All the sudden she felt like she must be bundled
By a thousand cozy jackets where she would be safe and covered
No longer gawked at, whistled at, or longing looks to be discovered
Of what’s under that pretty little dress
She so desired to wear to impress
Finding herself to grow smaller inside
She felt like she has to walk, to run, to stride
To no longer be threatened by their gaze
She had just hoped it was all a haze
Hoping to find herself in her bed
Not somewhere else where she would rather be dead