Grotesque Little Playground-Dwelling Tea Drinker

You are the only one who is afraid Of me and my tiny frame I am not yours to hold or even a Friend of a friend to you yet you persist Amen I can see Amen I can speak Amen I can speak But I don't His hands are on my hips I'm more than used to this I'm not a woman No longer do I qualify I wanna be inside you I want you to be scared You're far from beautiful Why anyone would f*ck you, I do not know I want you to hate it I want you to hate it I need you to hate yourself I need you to feel it We came with dreams I came out of spite You shouldn't be so proud I am delicate no longer My experiences are invalid Your experience now towers I'm just a cheesy ballad I'm just an overpriced salad When our bodies became one Like a parasitic twin Your mind became ours I was nowhere to be found I doubt I'll show my face again If I ever do come home Am I still welcome here? Is there still light in my eyes? Is there still light in my eyes? Is there still light in my eyes?