When you feel the blood rushing to your face
Smile knowing it comes from a good place
Let your heartbeat serve as a constant reminder
That you are not an object
When you see the blood stain your favorite garment
Smile knowing it comes from a good place
March to your heartbeat, and be your own disciple
Use blood to write your own bible
'Cause platonic's not a punishment
Are you doing this just for the fun of it?
I'm sorry but it sounds like bullsh**
It's too shallow to even get wet
I don't need to be your rose to be beautiful
I don't need to be yours at all
I'm the girl who's not getting closure
'Cause when you leaned in, I didn't move closer
You misunderstood what I've been saying
If you think I'm a flower that needs saving
I'm returning my keys to your white-paneled room
We've got to grow now, and go off on our own way
And know what this all means, and maybe someday
I won't need to only be your baby
I am not your problem
I am not your project