Your broken smile, how did it get there?
Your damaged ears, what do they hear now?
Your life has structure that you squeeze to fit in.
Sometimes you lie; when you don't, you're a sinner.
Was it time that they showed you the truth,
and then took you down where they ravaged your youth?
Or was it that place that you thought was a dream,
but when you woke up, they stifled your scream?
Is it my fault that you look to the sun, now,
hoping it will burn all the bad parts that somehow
cause you to want just a little bit more?
One day you're a savior, the next you're a whore.
Your itching skin, you tried to squirm out of.
Your flinching eyelids, they tried to sew shut.
Your life has structure that you squeeze to fit in.