I don't believe in water under the bridge
People don't just walk away
And I'm not simply holding a grudge
But I'm still not okay
I'm not okay with what happened
And though I won't let you know
It's still there deep inside
Whether or not you let it go
No, I don't believe in water under the bridge
You hurt me and I'm still in pain
And maybe I'm just holding a grudge
'Cause I refuse to be hurt again

Society fears
Us looking in mirrors
And liking what we see
Posting 'selfies' online
Is a narcissistic crime
Because we're not allowed to be
Proud of how we look
'Cause in society's book
Insecurity plus jealousy equals pay
And when we cry
We're likely to buy
And the world wants us that way

We make a lot of wishes
On candles and shooting stars
Maybe we're superstitious
Or maybe our lives are just hard

We make a lot of wishes
For we don't like ourselves
We wish to be anyone, anywhere,
anyway, or anything else.

We make a lot of wishes
For we want things to change
Wishing for a difference
But everything stays the same

My secrets are yours
To have or to keep
To haunt you in the night
Or to sing you to sleep
My secrets are yours
To save or to borrow
To cherish today
To forget about tomorrow
My secrets are yours
To hold onto tight
To sing you to sleep
And haunt you in the night

Forgive me, Father, but I'm no sinner
Crossed the finish line first but I'll never be the winner
And it burns like fire and stings like dry ice
To be a god ****** virtue disguised as a vice
To be an ant in a farm full of cows and sheep and pigs
To be kindling in a fire, burning like a twig
Forgive me, Father, if I'm not who I should be
But I'm not a sinner for just being me

You made a mistake and I'll forgive it
It's your own life and I'll let you live it
But remember you're a sum of all things you do
You make your mistakes but sometimes they make you
You built a bridge and it's your job to burn it
Or to allow everyone who follows to take your lesson and learn it
You made a mistake and another and another
The good and the bad don't always cancel each other
You're not a good person 'til you do a good thing
What's on the table depends on what you bring
You made mistakes, too many to count
Still people believe that the good cancels out
The bad things you've done and the bad things you said
But when does it stop? When someone ends up dead?
You can't always escape those bridges you constructed
With your words and your thoughts that only prove destructive
Where is the good that's supposed to disguise
The bad things you've done and the crimes and the lies
It's not 'just a mistake' when you refuse to learn.
You built this bridge, and it's time for it to burn.

Her lips were full; her curves more-so
Her sensitive skin was blushing
This siren's song grew louder but
The world told me "no touching"
Her lips were red but bitten white
Her eyes were still and unblinking
She made the air feel ever hotter
Too hot for rational thinking
Her lips formed words and melodies
As my eyes traced her bone structure
I wanted to kiss her; she wanted it too
But society yelled "don't touch her"
Her lips were beautiful I wanted them so
But she would always be forbidden
An act so sweet and innocent
Is an act never to be forgiven
Her lips grew nearer; mine did too
'Til our mouths were nearly brushing
This siren's song grew louder, still
The world told me "no touching"
Her lips kissed mine so calm and chaste
She saved a damsel in distress
But storybooks don’t tell the tales
Of a girl and her beautiful princess

She came in, guns loaded, with bullets of red lipstick
Cigarette smoke rings like vows
Her heels were high but her head was held higher
As everyone else bowed.
Her nails were polished, she was too
Her teeth were pearly and white
Her legs were long and her arms were strong
And her hands were clenched in fists, tight.
She stomped on crowds of angry men
That told her girls ain't tough
Her high heels pierced the skin beneath her feet
As she told 'em enough was enough
She came in, guns blazing, with bullets of red lipstick
While them boys had shields and swords
The world put her down for her feminine body
So she took her just rewards.

She had red lips like cherries and blood and wine
Pink cheeks like berries picked fresh from the vine
Skin like porcelain, white as milk
But smooth like velvet or cashmere or silk
Her hair was soft and blew in the breeze
She moved like a dancer with grace and with ease
With the allure of a siren and the body of a model
But the unadulterated mystery of a genie in a bottle
Her eyes were a color the rainbow can't define
She was perfect and amazing but she'd never be mine

If I were a boy for a day I'd feel what it's like to be respected
I could say whatever I wanted and I'd never be corrected
I could be the boss and no one would call me a *****
Because I could be assertive and they'd call it leadership
Maybe I'd run for office and I'd probably win
'Cause they'd judge me on my skills and not the body I'm in
Maybe I'd get a job and roll around in the benefit
Of workplace inequality and other patriarchal ****
If I were a boy for a day I could run around and 'score'
And no one would call me a ***** **** or a *****
People would finally listen when I took a stand
But they don't and they won't because I'm not a man.