Why do I feel like a short circuit, all malfunctioning?
Why do I feel like I'm putting in all the effort, and I’m doing all the mothering?
I made my bed in the dark
My throat filled with tears
I freed myself from your grasp
I haven’t felt this good in years
Why do I live my life ashamed of everything I do?
Why did I live my life ashamed to love entirely?
Scared to believe it might be true?
I made my bed in the dark
I said goodbye to who I knew
I freed myself from your grasp
And I see right through you
