I'm used to it, I guess
A life full of mess
Pulling together a smile on my face
But always feeling stressed

You said, I'm used to it, you guessed
You see the monster beneath my dress
The way I show up all alone
And leave with even less

They guess, they say I'm blessed
More like a damsel in distress
The way my eyes show all my secrets
My words, always a test

We're used to making guesses, I guess
And we never take a rest
Never knowing how to move
A ****** up game of chess.