(Verse 1) The room was cold and quiet, the paper gown was thin, I was already undressed when you suddenly let him in. No warning, no consent, no chance to say a word, Just a stranger in the doorway in a moment so absurd. (Pre-Chorus) You treated my appointment like a task to check and move, But you shattered something fragile in the trust I had for you. (Chorus) It was deeply offensive, deeply wrong, You crossed my boundaries and kept walking on. You didn’t ask permission, didn’t give me a choice, Didn’t stop to hear my comfort or the tremble in my voice. You claim it’s “standard,” but I know what I lived, And the harm that you caused can’t be dismissed. You call it “routine,” but I’m not defenseless — What you did to me was deeply offensive. (Verse 2) You should’ve asked a question before opening that door, “Is it okay if someone else is here?” — that’s all I was asking for. Instead you made decisions like my consent was optional, Like my body wasn’t mine in that vulnerable hospital. (Pre-Chorus) You talk about “procedure” like that makes it justified, But you didn’t grant me dignity — you took me by surprise. (Chorus) It was deeply offensive, deeply wrong, You crossed my boundaries and kept walking on. You didn’t ask permission, didn’t give me a choice, Didn’t stop to hear my comfort or the tremble in my voice. You claim it’s “standard,” but I know what I lived, And the harm that you caused can’t be dismissed. You call it “routine,” but I’m not defenseless — What you did to me was deeply offensive. (Bridge) This wasn’t small or harmless, not a harmless oversight, It happened at a moment when I had no strength to fight. My privacy was broken in a place meant to be safe, And I’m done pretending quiet just to spare your sense of grace. I deserved a simple question, I deserved a little care, I deserved the right to say Who was allowed to be in there. (Final Chorus) It was deeply offensive — and no, it wasn’t fine, You don’t get to brush it off as a glitch in your design. You didn’t ask permission, didn’t give me a choice, Didn’t slow down long enough to hear my shaken voice. You call it “policy,” but I know what I lived — I’m reclaiming the dignity you failed to give. You can rewrite the paperwork, but not what’s in my senses — Because what you did to me was deeply offensive.
