作词 : Jack Rootes
作曲 : Jack Rootes
[Verse 1]

Another day trapped in his sick clutch
A lot of hurt in her head, it's all too much
She lies to her teachers, saying she's still okay
Cries herself to sleep, tears on her pillowcase
Clarissa would play pretend that she’s okay
But she wishes she could speak out one day
No matter how many tears she's cried
She still smiles, though she feels dead inside

Coming home from school to a personal hell
Her own bedroom feeling more like a prison cell
Just imagine feeling afraid of seeing adults
‘Cause the one you live with acts morally false
She keeps to herself like a hide and seek game
But there would be no joy whenever he would play
Engaging in acts so morbid, horrid and cold
And what's worse? She's only ten years old

[Hook]

She sings to herself to calm her nerves
But after some time, it does not work
So she’s stuck in his sick ways
As she prays for a bright new day

[Verse 2]

After a while, dealing with acts so vile
Her mindset becomes so fragile
She becomes depressed, reality disjointed
'cause that sick man had left her exploited!
So she lies in bed, fighting back her tears
Her mind on high alert from all the fear
That his monster will return and act so sickly
Upon her, making her grow up too quickly

Imagine losing all personal value in yourself
Nobody aiding you whenever you ask for help
Imagine feeling like no one will believe you
And even your own guilt starts to deceive you
Yeah, that's so sick, but it's so true
1 in 20 suffer, maybe that 1 was you
As for Clarissa, her mind's now corrupt
If you think that's bad, wait 'till she grows up

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Clarissa's an adult, but she's still depressed
All the acts she endured were never addressed
'Cause she was afraid that nobody would care
So she suffered in silence when nobody's there
Now she's scared that if she finds a man
She'll fall back into the cycle that began
When she was ten years old, times so cold
Once again, nobody knew, not a soul was told

The PTSD doesn't help either
Memories of her childhood aren't a breather
But a reminder of all those horrible times
That her so-called 'carer' did those horrid crimes
Her delicate mindstate feels guilty and dark
As she once again hides the scars on her arm
She wishes it wasn't, but she knows what's true
Perhaps Clarissa is somebody close to you

[Hook 2]

She sung to herself to calm her nerves
But now she's feeling so much more worse
'Cause she couldn't escape his sick ways
Now her life has little sunny days