i can look; i can shame
i can wag my finger in that way
in the mirror i make sure i know
that i am the one who should hurt
i can be your placebo
your way to get better
let me help you forget about you
and take yourself out on me
i can be your pariah
make sure the cut goes deep enough to scar
that way i can learn from your mistakes
make sure the scissors get cleaned
that way no one knows what happens when the door is closed
i can sing a song that begs for redemption
but who cares about the voice of our children
when i can martyr myself without saying a single word
and who needs mothers
when your father gets away with murder
and who needs a god
when your victims have their way with you.
