Dramatic

You think I'm dramatic  You think I'm annoying  I feel like I'm stuck in an attic  I feel like I’m disappointing  I say he touched me  In ways I didn't approve of Why can't you see He claims we were in love  I was only twelve  And so was he  He couldn't control himself  Why did he take advantage of me  When I get called whore  I feel what he did was my fault  I hide behind closed doors  Crying tears of salt