There sits a little girl   And she can not handle   The pain of this world   I wonder when she'll move on   And I wonder if she'll just run   Leaving family men, violent men      She's running from men, running   I didn't want to get in a fight   But it's already on your roster tonight   I'm clinging on to your clothes   And to feel your leather and to smell your leather   The feeling of power is yours not mine   I've seen this happen a million times   Why don't 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 didn't really see you at all   Because the girl in front of me was myself when I was small      And now she's running from men, run, run   I didn't want to get in a fight   But it's already on your roster tonight   I'm clinging on to your clothes   Have to feel your leather and to smell your leather   The feeling of power is yours not mine   I've seen this happen a billion times   And all your hands just cheer   When I'm 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      She's running from men   She is gonna run, run from men