People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

He left a card and a bar of soap with
scrubbing brush next to a note,
That said “use these down to your bones”.
And before I knew I had shiny skin and
it felt easy being clean like him,
I thought “this one knows better than I do”

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I’d fit

And doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could’ve gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar that everyone wants a little more. So that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?

So the next one came with a bag of treats,
She smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
She told me don’t, trust them trust me.
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
Looked at my insides clicking her tongue,

And said “This will all have to come undone”.

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle,
She tried to blunt me so I’d fit.

And doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver;
the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar,
that everyone wants a little more?
So that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?

I think I realized just in time,
about my old self was hard to find.
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I’ll never give you mine.
‘Cos I’m a little bit tired of fearing that
I’ll be the bad fruit nobody buys,
Tell me, did you think we’d all dream the same?

And doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver;
the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar
that everyone wants a little more?
so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
could you leave me with a scar? ah-ah-ah.

could you leave me with a scar