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How many ways
Can there possibly be
To tell you how I feel
Again and again?
I’m running out of words
Someone wind me up again
I’m so tired, I’m so tired
Of looking at the pages
That are my sole escape
My mind is buzzing
With things I wish I had the courage to say.
And I’m still wondering now
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To say how I’m not normal?
How many times
Must I scream
I am not a daughter
Before I’m finally told
That nobody wants to hear it?
Stop lying to me
Stop telling me you understand
Because I’m so tired
Of this body
And the way it’s winding down
I’m running out of words
Someone please tell me
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To tell you I’m not ok?
And now you’ve scared me
Now I’m silenced
And yet you think it’s fine
I’m not ok, I’m not alright!
Someone tell me that’s ok
Someone tell me I’m not a freak
Even if I don’t believe
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To say I’m so damn tired?
I am nothing, I am nothing
I am not your daughter
I’ve never been but now I wonder
How many ways
Can there possibly be
For you to say
You don’t care?
Cause I’m running out of air
And I’m running out of words
Someone wind me up again
How many ways
Are there to say
That I am not your daughter?