I'm not angry

My heart's a weapon and I'm well armed

And I'm not frightened

There's another door down the hall

And I'm not bitter

I got the life that I wanted

So you smell some blood but your tray is cold

If I was a flower

I'd only open for a chosen few

If I was a painting

I'd only hang for a private view

If I was a question

You might never get the answer right

You smell some blood but you're cold as ice

This is no therapy

Now you're gawking at my life like some accident scene

And the truth would make you scream

But I have no need to confess

Just for your entertainment

I'm not angry

I find that talking doesn't help too much

And I'm not frightened

Once you've been down you gotta get back up

I'm not bitter

I chose carefully and I'm not tied down

I'm facing the future with my feet up off the ground

This is no therapy

Now you're gawking at my life like some accident scene

And the truth would make you scream

But I have no need to confess

Just for your entertainment

You say put on your top shelf best girl

But each and every one of these scars once bled

He said bleed a little bit

Bleed for me girl

He said bleed a little bit

This is no therapy

You're gawking at my life like some accident scene

And the truth still makes me scream

But I have no need to confess

Just for your entertainment

You say put on your top shelf best girl

But each and every one of these scars once bled

And I have no need to confess

Just for your entertainment

You say put on your top shelf best girl

But each and every one of these scars once bled