Annabelle

Annabelle

You don’t need to know

For you to know

That you are beautiful when you walk in the room

People stop and look at you for too long, Annabelle

You’re so smart

Resilient and charming, Annabelle

You’ve built a life

That looks more successful than you feel

To survive

You'll need to keep pretending, Annabelle

Lights out

You don’t wanna know

Don’t feel

Anything anymore

The terror of being known

The terror of being shown who you are

Annabelle

Do you worry that you've never loved

Anyone, who loved themselves enough to let you be who you are

Who didn't need a saviour, Annabelle

Can you hear

Your mother when you're laughing, Annabelle?

Do you feel

As far away from feeling as she felt?

All the grief

Deep beneath her anger, Annabelle

Lights out

You don't wanna know

Don't feel

Anything anymore

The terror of being known

The terror of being shown who you are

Annabelle

It’s easier to hold onto the pain

Than to change

If you did, what would you even say?

Nobody

Wants a happy song now

Anyway

Yeah, it's true

Bad white girls are still such a taboo

Misery

Is edgy when you wear it on your sleeve

I guess there'll be another fool like me hey, Annabelle

Knives out

They don’t wanna know

Don’t need

Anyone anymore

The terror of being known

The terror of being shown

The terror of being shown who you are

Being shown

Who you are

Being shown

Who you are

Being shown

Who you are