S H E

What they want

See
Everybody expects a little something
From you and me
And they think
That its our priority somehow
To give them that
To be the person
They wish us to be
But we don't want that
No, no,no
Baby girl we want to be powerful yes
But not from what they want from us
What they expect of us
But from the self loving
And confidence
And praise
And esteem.

Are we pigs?
Or slaves to be pushed around
Like we don't matter at all
You tell us to die
To just go kill ourselves
Then why are you holding the knife in your hand?
You want to help me out?

You say being angst is cool
Thinking depression is some sort of trend
Ye the cuts across my wrists
And the swollen bags under my eyes say otherwise
The scars I hold
A lesson
A callback to reality
And you dare say to me,
"How do you dare
To sit there faking
The pain
Are you serious?
Are you out of your mind?!
Do you think that life is a playground?
Or some twisted Shakespeare play?"

"You know what
I think I'm just done with this shit
The last time
I'm gonna speak about this
I swear
Just go ahead make fun of me
Talk about how flat I am
How is shouldn't live
How I should kill myself off
How I'm hanging on by a thread
How I'm losing and wasting oxygen
How I'm better off dead"

In the end well see what happen
Who dies first
Between you and me.