Is it you hearing my shattered cries?
Under all this scar-filled skin,
Under every faint beat of the heart,
When you can’t find the courage or the will to start,
Under the tears and blood on my face,
Under my truths,
Under the attitude that I can’t control,
I, think I was given an unchangeable role,
Under this self-governing queen,
Why am I still searching for the perfect king?
Under all the bruises, scars, and busted lip,
Oh, that witch has got you whipped,
I lost my true qualities,
Under all my long dyed hair,
Do my dreams and aims even compare?
Under this held up mask,
Oh no, here I am,