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Once there was a girl
In the middle of
Nowhere
No voice
To speak of
Nowhere to run
Oh religion
What have you done 
So many churches
So many bars
No matter what I chose

Oh the mental scars
Alchohol abuse
Or religions hang noose
What a choice
For a city girl
At heart to make
But make it I must
To gain even
One person's trust
Or in my house

As much as possible
I could stay
And that choice
I could refuse
To make
And yes
Fuck it 

I chose the latter
The girl that 
Drinks at home
But only to write
What from within
Is wished
To be said
While as far as religion
Picking my own
Never again
Will I be forced

To believe
What I am expected to
From now on

I believe
What I choose to