Maybe

You look silly with all these men

Bat your big eyes and pouting lips

They want a piece of you and, oh, they can have it

You can count all the times on your hands

Where someone has asked for the favour,

Who's there when you come back home?

Who's there when you want an escape from the escape?

Maybe you're just too in love with your life to have a healthy relationship with it

Maybe you think "you" is a viable excuse

Maybe you know what you do is associated with hell

But you want to burn, want to burn, want to burn.

You look damn good enough to eat

You know exactly what to say and how to act

You've perfected this all for long,

Fuck, I think you're not acting.

I've been the cage and the tormentor,

You've been so frail and a godsend.

Run away, little lamb, get away

Keep running and remember how evil I am.

Or maybe it's you who lacks the introspect?

Maybe it's you who cracks the whip?

Maybe you've become what you've hated?

Maybe you're just too in love with yourself.

Hide it in depression

Hide it in anxiety

Hide it in trauma

Hide it in low self esteem

Hide it in excuses

Hide it in PTSD

Hide it in your bruises

(Fuck it)

Hide it all in me