She’s pitiful in her silence 
She’s hell bent on self diagnosing
her own mental stability or lack there of

She’s breaking hearts 
Just to make up for her own broken heart
She’s a slave to lonliness

All the while telling herself she doesn’t mind to be alone
She’s ashamed of her promiscuity 
yet masks it in self righteousness

Saying she’s proud of her sexuality
proud of her mentality 
She sells herself off

To the first feeble promise of romance
All a lie, all a lie
no one keeps their promises,

And she’s so sick of living this way 
So sick of the facade
But you’ll never hear her admit it