My bruises turning purple and my jaw is shaking
I am feeling way too good for this
It's 10:00 at night and god, does this make me crazy?
Testifying and they ask me about the bruises, scratches, I'm telling lies
Messing up my story so the two men ask, "ma'am, are you fine?"
God no, I'm not fine, messing up my story and I'm telling lies
Being too honest at the lunch table, feeling so nauseous in my English class
Keeping secrets, I think
So open, yet so discreet
Doing a double take before I take it off
I'm not crying, no you're crying, you look away and scoff
I think I'm dying
I think I'm dying
The window is broken and now I am crying
I think you're lying
Try to be quiet
I close the tab and it goes silent
Hey you, do you know, about the secret man that I keep in my phone?
Hell no, he's not real, but when I close my eyes, his hands I feel
I think I'm dying
I think I'm dying
The window is broken and now I am crying
I think you're lying
Try to be quiet
I close the tab and it goes silent
I am going backwards in time
I am going to read, then cry