His hand up your skirt
isn't going to make you
feel any less dead inside.
Sweetheart, don't do this.
The money won't last,
The attention isn't worth it.

She was a simple kind of pretty.
Instead of eyeliner,
Dark circles and worry
outlined her eyes.
A good student, they said
but it was never good enough.
She knew she could do better.
There could always be better.
She knew she wasn't good enough.
Things were never good enough for her.
To disappoint the high standards
she forced upon herself
was a crime punishable by death.

Bruises take a long time to heal,
They get worse before they get better.
Black and blue,
Here I am, hiding them,
Yet again,
I feel like a criminal
Hiding evidence.
I've done nothing wrong,
Except be me.
I would give anything,
Everything,
To not be me.

They say you're not alone.
I'm not alone
...but I'm alone.
I know what they say.
I know I'm supposed to believe them.
I'm not alone
...but why do I feel so alone?

Let me abandon my dreams for you.
It's not like they matter to me.
Goodbye Ivy League,
Goodbye law school.
I clearly have no need
for such things when
I have you.
It's not like my dreams
are the only thing
that keeps me alive.

I used to wear galaxies
on my feet, in my shoes.
So I had something to look at
When I stared at my feet
Instead of looking into
The stars in their eyes