You Don’t Know Her Story-By Breanne Stoller

How would you like to be harassed every day?

Told that you’re a killer

And you’re left with nothing to say

Cause no one understands

And they just don’t want to

You can point her out in a crowd

And recall her name

She’s the teen slut who had the abortion

That was her claim to fame

But she doesn’t have any glory

And you don’t know her story

So imagine being pinned down by a man made of stone

Being raped then called a liar

And in the end you’re left bruised all alone

Worst of all

You’re having his baby

You can point her out in a crowd

And recall her name

She’s the teen slut who had the abortion

That was her claim to fame

But she doesn’t have any glory

And you don’t know her story

So have it, they would say and don’t perform a sin

But you can’t give love to something

That reminds you of the face of him

Just can’t give this baby

The life it deserves

You can point her out in a crowd

And recall her name

She’s the teen slut who had the abortion

That was her claim to fame

But she doesn’t have any glory

And you don’t know her story

A life threatening decision she had to make

So agree to disagree if you must

But it was for the baby’s sake

And when it all comes down to it

She still regrets it sometimes…