To be loved is to be seen
At least that's what they say
And I'm seen
Just not in the way
That I've always wanted to be

They see me for my body
My youth
And revealing clothes
They don't know a thing about me
And that's why they easily get bored

And I'm sick of hearing
That my body is appealing
I need you to tell me
That you need me
And that you crave real feelings

You can't call it casual
When you kiss my forehead
And my scars
You keep on telling me I'm special
And that you want me by your side

But now I'm lost
At the sea that's made from my own tears
Suddenly I can't swim
And I'm drowning in your words