Dear Jimmy, can you fix it, my heart is broke in two,
I’ve just been raped by somebody and don’t know what to do.
You see, I’m just a juvenile, was innocent and pure,
But being raped has left me feeling filthy like a whore.
My innocence is shattered, my virginity is gone.
My mind is so tormented that it’s hard to struggle on.
But no one will believe me, they’ll say it’s all a lie,
Coz the bastard who debased me, will obviously deny.
And he’s a big celebrity, who everybody knows,
And people shower him with love, everywhere he goes.
The world will judge me harshly, that’s why I’m so un-nerved.
They’ll point and say, that little slut got just what she deserved.
And while my rapist lives his life, protected by his name,
I’ll be a silent victim and I’ll hide my face in shame.
For that’s how rapists function, they tell you that, for sure
If you report their actions, all the press will call you “Whore!”
In fear, the victims hide away, destroyed and so alone.
While like a king, the rapist sits upon his golden throne.
So Jimmy, will you fix it? Like you’ve fixed things in the past.
So Jimmy will you fix it, so my rape will be the last!
