Damaged
I'm damaged. I'm damaged and I know it.
Why else can't I trust anyone? Love anyone?
My mother says I'm damaged. Says it's because of him.
Daddy issues.
I've seen too much. Felt too much.
Why else would I do what I do?
Why else would I be so closed off?
I don't talk. Don't tell people. It's bound to happen, once you get to know someone:
Whats your life story?
I don't have one. It's nothing interesting.
I pray that they lose interest. Don't press, don't ask. Lose interest. Hide behind your smile. They wouldn't want to know anyway.
Because I'm damaged.