(THIRD version; lyrics based on pattern of a song from 1980 I’d prefer not to disclose out of respect + watching too many true crime videos + having been molested by a stranger at aged 7)

If Grown-Up You met Little me,
Would you seize Opportunity
To Spend some Time Alone with me?
So you could have your way with me?
When Grown-Up You met Little me.

If Cunning You met First-Grade me,
And no adults were there to see,
You’d whisper that You dream of me,
Embarrassed, I would blush and freeze.
When Cunning You met First-Grade me.

If Evil You met Trusting me,
You’d kill the innocence in me.
You’d carve Your wounds of  Pain on me, 
And strip me of my dignity.
When Evil You met Trusting me.

Tell it, Sir, Please tell it true.
I pray there’s still some Good in You.

Please Mister, What’s Your Rationale;
What Made You Steal a Little Child?

You Swear that there’s a Voice to Blame,
A Voice Who Wears Your Face and Name.
You think You’ve Gotten Rid of me,
But I’ll Haunt You Relentlessly

This Voice Who Bound me to the Floor,
Is this the Voice You Can’t Ignore?
You think You’ve Gotten Rid of me,
But I’ll Haunt You Relentlessly


Please Mister, What’s Your Rationale;
What Made You Steal a Little Child?

You think You’ve Gotten Rid of me,
But I’ll Haunt You Relentlessly
Expose the Hell Behind Your Eyes. 
They’re all I saw before I died.