Candy Corn
I'm so sexually quiet
And my malleable mind
Was told to give things a try
Thought I had to be so loud but I'm in
Love with porn, it's candy corn
I'm so sick of the taste
And if it's gonna mean something to me
I cannot waste it
Psychoanalyzing myself and agonizing
Cause I can't love my body and what it wants
I'm so immature
Stunted from the words
I heard from everybody
My insides are in knots
From doing things I didn't want
I'm so sexually quiet
I explain myself so well
But it's embarrassing
Can't do what they expect of me
And I've found other quiet people
Who I've felt the best with
I love them
I went so long without them
I have a pain in my chest
Can't give myself a rest
And I hate myself for everything I like
And every fire I start
Burns my confidence apart
I'm learning how to see myself forgivingly
So that nobody could ever hurt me
And through the years of being picked apart
I've learned to fear the things that soothe my heart
I bury all my feelings
They have no way of knowing
What my face isn't showing
Psychoanalyzing myself and agonizing
Cause I can't love my body and what it wants
I'm so immature
Stunted from the words
I heard from everybody
My insides are in knots
From doing things I didn't want
And my malleable mind
Was told to give things a try
Thought I had to be so loud but I'm in
Love with porn, it's candy corn
I'm so sick of the taste
And if it's gonna mean something to me
I cannot waste it
Psychoanalyzing myself and agonizing
Cause I can't love my body and what it wants
I'm so immature
Stunted from the words
I heard from everybody
My insides are in knots
From doing things I didn't want
I'm so sexually quiet
I explain myself so well
But it's embarrassing
Can't do what they expect of me
And I've found other quiet people
Who I've felt the best with
I love them
I went so long without them
I have a pain in my chest
Can't give myself a rest
And I hate myself for everything I like
And every fire I start
Burns my confidence apart
I'm learning how to see myself forgivingly
So that nobody could ever hurt me
And through the years of being picked apart
I've learned to fear the things that soothe my heart
I bury all my feelings
They have no way of knowing
What my face isn't showing
Psychoanalyzing myself and agonizing
Cause I can't love my body and what it wants
I'm so immature
Stunted from the words
I heard from everybody
My insides are in knots
From doing things I didn't want
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Writer(s): Triston Whitfield Stanley
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