I’d much rather feel your palm upon my face
Than be faced with this controlling grace
The kindness you mean somehow doesn’t match up.
This control you have over me is ****** up.
No matter where I go - that’s where you are
No matter what I do - you never let me go far.
Afraid to say no. Afraid to disagree.
Afraid to love. Afraid to be me.
How far do I have to run from you
To be free from your grasp?
Your heartstrings curl around my neck as I gasp.
Screaming under water, where no one can hear
Screaming under deep blue waves of pain
Still no one can hear me.
Screaming under the white wash
It’s always going to be her fault
Gasping for air but only getting salt
Still gagging and grasping
And no one can hear
She’s afraid to be alive
She’s afraid to be
here.