Batter

My halo is cracking
I don't make a sound
I don't want to get rich
I just want to get out
Of this cage that is made of self-loathing and doubt
And strung all together with the crack of a belt

My bones are all snapping
I keep it inside
These tearstains are getting
Much harder to hide
Unbridled aggression, your eyes sympathize
That doesn't help when I'm burning alive

Be silent
Be still
Be careful to feel
Silver spoons that have fed you will poison you still

Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sweetest little things turn sourest by their deeds
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Maybe if you hit them hard enough they won't talk
Hard to cry for help with a broken jaw

My ego has shattered
I'm worth nothing now
Beaten and broken
I don't make a sound
A child deserves better than a family of hounds
Dressed up as an angel, I crash to the ground

Be a good girl
Behave
Keep your eyes down
Be brave
Never forget the abuse you forgave

Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sweetest little things turn sourest by their deeds
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Maybe if you hit them hard enough they won't talk
Hard to cry for help with a broken jaw

Well it worked
The gag you put on my mouth
27 years of my life struck out
But these red flags
I'm calling them out
I'm the only one who gets to keep me down

Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Maybe if you hit them hard enough they won't talk
Hard to cry for help
Hard to cry for help
Hard to
Oh

Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sweetest little things turn sourest by their deeds
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Maybe if you hit them hard enough they won't talk
Hard to cry for help with a broken jaw

I rise from the ashes
Survived all the blows
A weapon you've made
My mind counts the tolls
You should be scared of the things that I know
The evil you reap is the evil you've grown



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Writer(s): Corionna Brey
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