under his hands Tell me, was I ever anything more than it? Worthy of love, bending to your every touch At the side of the road, wanting me to pose for your shot And I did And the truth was more than what I must’ve told you If I had some shred of self-respect, it was lost to you Why am I always the one to hold on? I don’t wish this on anyone Talk to me, tell me all about your pain and the truth Because you’re not seeing what the fuck I can He’s standing back in the corner, whispering “You’ll never sing again as long as I’m here” Was shutting me up your last form of control? Do you lose that again once I write all this down? So why does the ink clog the pores in my face? No medication will erase his name I turned you into the god I swore I despised But I don’t think I’ll ever not see his face in yours Am I ever going to be loved again? Am I incapable of nakedness for you? Will you ever not become him?