One, Two, Three, Four
Why do I feel like a short circuit or malfunctioning
Why do I feel like I'm putting in all the effort
And I'm doing all the mothering
I made my bed in the dark
My throat filled with tears
I freed myself from your grasp
I haven't felt this good in years
Why do I live my life ashamed of everything I do
Why did I live my life ashamed to love entirely
Scared to believe it might be true
I made my bed in the dark
I said goodbye to who I knew
I freed myself from your grasp
And I see right through you
I made my bed in the dark
I said goodbye to who I knew
I freed myself from your grasp
And I see right through you
