I wish I could really
be that angel that...
She needs to be pretty
She needs to be thin...
I'm sitting there
a present at my feet...
I sit in the quiet sometimes when I'm lonely
And just think about where my life has gone...
I will never be free from this curse,
The Caged Bird, never free...
Her thoughts are racing,
concentrated on the next time...
The bruises
Oh, the bruises...
Your ego remains among the stars
Connected with such peace...
Her knees are bruised from kneeling
on the cold, hard bathroom floor...
Hiding behind my own reflection
playing games with my own mind...
What else can I say?
Is there anything else that can make the pain go...
You say you love me,
But I see your lip touching others lips...