Maria Had a Name and Her Name Wasn’t Maria
If you hold me down then I can’t get up
if you close my mouth then I guess I’ll shut up
if you open my eyes then I have to see
if you close the door then I won’t get free
I don’t think you know quite what it means
For you to break into my dreams
When you come you can’t hear my screams
Years later in a lonely place
I saw a girl with a broken face, I said
I know that feeling, when they wanna fuck
If they won’t take no, then we’re out of luck
I still can’t explain to my therapist
Why for years I so sorely missed
The feeling of my face to your fist