All of my thoughts are ruins by now
And the world is not new, I promise.

I used to be happy, at least I think so
Small and innocent, never dared to say no

But I used to be simple, a silly, young girl
Oblivious, but bright as a pearl

A part of me wishes that I could turn back
Unlearn all the values the other girls lack

I’d paint my face on everyday like they do
Start everyday like the world is brand new

But the world is not new, I promise.

When I share my feelings, I’m weak and I’m needy
When I give orders, I’m a b**** and I’m bossy

When he shares his feelings, he’s brave and courageous
When he gives orders, he’s the leader of ages

If he’s upset, Lord, something must be done
If he takes off his shirt, it’s just the hot sun

If I’m upset, it’s “my time of the month” of course
If I take off my shirt, my “s***ishness” reinforced

When I am raped, I am “asking for it”
But my sexual urges are an indecent habit

When he rapes, well, “boys will be boys”
His sexual urges are just manly joys

The world has not changed, no, not so much
But onto that lie we still clutch
With masks on our faces and passions grown dark
We ignore our conscience for a walk in the park

Life was easier from behind the rose colored door
I wish I could be a beautiful little fool once more

But the world is not new, it’s the same bitter place
The world is not new, I promise.