I catch myself
Wishing for the past
Regaining child-like innocence
Because of your staining touch
But my youthful ignorance
Has faded away
And I know what's out there
It frightens me
Knowing there are people
As corrupted as you
I shiver and find myself
Six-years-old
Holding my mother's hand
Your wretched ways
And distorted temptations
Drive me to fear
Ever growing up