My Words

(Pamela Belitch)

On the trauma of coping with rape and its aftermath

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VERSE 1
Give me a second to breathe.
This room is full of hot air.
I need to leave.
Yeah, think I’ll go somewhere

CHORUS
Where my words of disapproval 
Mean something to you
Other than cheap laughs and spats and
Asserting your dominance.

VERSE 2
I’m numb to the feeling
Of feeling at all.
That’s what I tell myself
When my world starts to fall.

CHORUS
When my words of disapproval
Mean nothing to you
Other than cheap laughs and spats and
Asserting your dominance.

VERSE 3
I’d said I didn’t want it.
Yeah, but you didn’t care.
You were just in it for the sex, no less.
Guess you get hard on despair.

CHORUS
Guess my words of disapproval
Mean nothing to you
Other than cheap laughs and spats and
Asserting your dominance.

BRIDGE
I’d only wanted to feel…
But the aftermath is a bitch.
I didn’t think this through.
I didn’t want it with you.
I didn’t want it.
No.
I didn’t.
Ohhhh…

CHORUS
Give me a second to breathe.
This room is full of hot air.
I need to leave.
Yeah, think I’ll go somewhere
Where my words of disapproval
Mean something to you
Other than cheap laughs and spats and
Asserting your dominance.

© Pamela Belitch 2019