Wallflowers and the Door To Nowhere

That Girl

Girls, tell me; have you ever had one of those nights?

You know the ones that you take at least an hour trying to pick an outfit and do your make up?
But then you end up crying in the bathroom because they were all laughing at you and calling you a slut,
...from at least six different people.

You know the ones where you came with your friend to let go of life?
And next thing you know you're getting robbed by a threatening man with a knife,
...now you don't have a way to call a ride home.

You know the ones where you are there alone so you can mingle?
But instead you're taken in an alleyway being raping from the guy that was sitting next to you only because he heard you were single,
...they'll ask "What were you wearing?", so you'll end up not telling anyone.

You know the ones where you're ecstatically dancing to not think of your troubles?
And you accept a drink that makes you look at the man who drugged you while your mind goes blank and you're seeing double,
...you're now panicking about where your friends are.

Do you remember the ones where you wake up the next day never wanting to get out of your bed again?

Do you remember throwing up and thinking to yourself I wish last night never happened so I'll pretend it didn't?

Do you remember how you were a victim?

You thought it would never happen to you;
You thought you'd never be that girl.