There sits a little girl
And she can not handle
The pain of this world
I wonder when shell move on
And I wonder if shell just run
Leaving family men, violent men

Shes running from men, running
I didnt want to get in a fight
But its already on your roster tonight
Im clinging on to your clothes
And to feel your leather and to smell your leather
The feeling of power is yours not mine
Ive seen this happen a million times
Why dont you stop when you see me cry
Can you carry on with tears in my eyes

Left behind
On the floor
And I really want to stay here
From the sight that I just saw
I didnt really see you at all
Because the girl in front of me was myself when I was small

And now shes running from men, run, run
I didnt want to get in a fight
But its already on your roster tonight
Im clinging on to your clothes
Have to feel your leather and to smell your leather
The feeling of power is yours not mine
Ive seen this happen a billion times
And all your hands just cheer
When Im as white as a sheet with fear

There she lies
And there she will deprive
Herself from being a family man, a violent men
Because a family man, a violent men

Shes running from men
She is gonna run, run from men