Show & Bleed

Oh, yes…

You wanted the truth?

I’m gonna give it…

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Ah—

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You pull me by my hair just to keep me in place,

Tell me that you love me but you treat me like I’m taking up space.

You say the cruelest things, watch ‘em echo in my chest—

Funny how I’m breaking while I’m giving you my best.

Why is it so damn hard to see?

If I cut myself, I’d bleed—

Just like you, just like me,

Imperfect, twisted, human beings.

But I’m on stage again, painted smile again,

While you photograph my suffering like some kind of trend.

I’m over here working just to feel alive—

But you want the puppet, not the mind.

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I lost my soul, you took it all—

Feel so small when we fall…

I cling to life so desperately,

But you won’t try for you and me.

Broken pieces of what could be—

Truth is something you refuse to see.

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Show and tell,

I’m on display—bleeding out for you to see.

Show and tell,

Harsh words when you don’t get a perfect piece of me.

Buy and sell,

Like I’m a product made for your empathy.

Art won’t sell,

Unless I bleed out all my vulnerability.

And I cling to life so desperately—

But why can’t you try for you and me?

Broken pieces on the floor beneath,

Tell the real truth you don’t want to see.

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It’s really hard for me to say what I actually feel,

Scared you’ll throw me out again like an orange peel.

You want a perfect doll, not a person with pain—

Someone you can pose but never maintain.

I cry acid, burning through your skin,

And still you want me to let you in.

You say “don’t break,” but you break me first—

And call it love like some rehearsed curse.

No one knows the way I’m feeling,

You took my heart—

Swear you’re stealing.

Kneeling, begging, barely breathing,

But you still call it “healing.”

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You said you’d stay—

But you lied.

You said you’d hear me—

But you hide.

I cling to life so desperately—

Why won’t you try for you and me?

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Show and tell,

I’m on display for all you fuckers to see.

Show and tell,

Strangers take my picture when I beg, “no more, please.”

Buy and sell,

Turn my trauma into your gallery.

Art won’t sell,

Unless you take what’s left of me.

And I cling to life so desperately—

Trying to fix what you let bleed.

Broken pieces of the past I keep,

Truth is buried in a wound too deep.

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No stop…

‘Til I drop…

I will not stop…

(I will not stop…)

You thought…

I had forgot…

But I won’t stop…

(I won’t stop…)

Are you listening yet?

Are you listening yet…?

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Show and tell—

You only love me when I’m hurting myself.

Show and tell—

Treat me like a toy you keep on the shelf.

Buy and sell—

My pain is your favorite carousel.