Mannequin

Maybe Margaret got it right
Male fantasies, male everything
Maybe nothing's really mine
Just pandering to the man
Through the hole of a key

Become a mannequin
For another man, again
Empty out, make room for a thousand loud opinions
That small voice in my head
Secrets buried into my skin
Carry on, make room for a body that's someone else's

Does he love when I'm hard
Does he love when I'm weak
Am I being too sharp, too cold, too deep
Even there in the dark
I can feel him sink
Don't know how much of him takes up how much of me

Become a mannequin
For another man, again
You're a child
A woman with wiles
Baby, sell it
That small voice in my head
Secrets buried into my skin
Give 'em a smile
Smother the fire like it's a threat

Is it better to die, is it better to speak
Am I being too witty, too pretty, too sweet
Even here in the dark
I can feel him breathe
He never leaves
How much of him takes up how much of me