[Verse 1] Examination of private areas is what the appointment is for I used to walk through that waiting room door, Not at all nervous, nothing more. I trusted the white coat, the steady tone, Believed that my comfort was carved in stone. Then one day the rules got bent, A stranger walked in — unannounced, unmeant. A male chaperone brought in without my consent And the air turned cold, my safety thin, And I’ve never felt the same again. [Chorus] No more surprises, no silent calls, No open doors without my walls. I deserve a choice, a voice that’s mine, Clear respect every single time. You say it’s care — then make it kind, No more surprises, not this time. [Verse 2] Now every visit my heartbeat climbs, I brace for news between the lines. I shouldn’t have to guard my trust, In rooms that promised to hold it just. It’s not about blame, it’s what is fair — To ask, to tell, to simply care. If healing means being seen and heard, Then start by honoring my word. [Chorus] No more surprises, no quiet plans, No uninvited helping hands. I deserve a choice, a voice that’s mine, Clear respect every single time. You say it’s care — then make it kind, No more surprises, not this time. [Bridge] I’m still here, still strong, still healing slow, But trust takes time to regrow. I’m speaking out so someone new Won’t feel the fear I’m walking through. [Final Chorus] No more surprises, no crossed lines, Consent should never hide behind “it’s fine.” If empathy is part of care, Then meet me with it, standing there. I deserve a voice that shines— No more surprises… not this time. [Outro – softly] “I still believe in care — just not in silence.”
