It was the perfect night You were the perfect sight You have a
beauty all your own he said as he pulled his father's car to the
side of the road And when he put his hand over your mouth he
smiled and you were too afraid to scream Why do you blame
yourself? You try not to think about it One of these things is
not like the other One of the is not like another Searching your
face for clues in the mirror Turn on your smile and act like the
others Its time to not deny its not your fault its time to break
your silence And when he took you home In a voice of stone he
said the way you dress you're asking for it And no one will
believe you anyway And though the cut runs deep The shame runs
deeper; you try to keep it to yourself It tears you more apart
with everyday. Why do you blame yourself? You try not to think
about it One of these things is not like the other One of the is
not like another Searching your face for clues in the mirror Turn
on your smile and act like the others Its time to not deny its
not your fault its time to break your silence