repression.

repression. (interlude)

i feel sorry when my hands

take me to secret places

i was raised to neglect myself

to think i'm wrong in all the ways

i feel sorry when i love him

'cause they don't wanna see it

i was raised to like other girls

i take the wrong way, i like boys

i feel sorry when it's 3am

and i have no one to call

to tell them i feel like shit

to cry 'cause i feel i'm wrong

i feel sorry when i lose my senses

when i lose my friends, my future

'cause i fear being judged again

i fear the fingers in my face

three years, i'm still not over it

still dealing with my monsters

every time i stop writing about it

that's when i feel much better

but then they come back at night

they know i'm alone this time

i feel sorry when i give it up

even knowing the fault is mine.