She can′t allow, she can't willingly conspire
She can′t give herself permission to even imagine her desire
She cannot want, she can't consider what she mightShe can't even share the couch with what she actually might like
At this point she wonders does she even have the voice?
For calling for name for even making any choice
Maybe it′s down there buried underneath the pleasing
Unnamed and undiscovered like a cruelty, a teasing
Has it always been like this? Is it untrue or just unspoken?
Unlearned communication or functional? Functional but broken
The question persists, the actions continue on pause
The results, the effects don′t change but neither does the cause
And she continues, her needs so untouchable
This barrier so perfect, so indestructible
Has it always been like this? Is it untrue or just unspoken?
Unlearned communication or functional? Functional but broken
Has it always been like this? Is it untrue or just unspoken?
Unlearned communication or functional? Functional but broken
