Lyrics
It’s not my fault
Wounds full of salt
Can’t be what you need
I am what you perceive
And I
Ask why
It’s on the tip of my tongue
I apologize and I don’t know why
Mother, sister, daughter
Molded by the shape of water
Is it over yet
This game of roulette
I think there’s nothing left
Sugar and spice
Diary full of cries
Just want to be heard
Caged as the bird
And I
Ask why
It’s on the tip of my tongue
I apologize and I don’t know why
Mother, sister, daughter
Molded by the shape of water
Is it over yet
This game of roulette
I think there’s nothing left
It’s not my fault
Wounds full of salt
It’s not my fault
Wounds full of salt
It’s not my fault
Wounds full of salt
It’s not my fault
Mother, sister, daughter
Broken by the hand that brought her
Is it over yet
This game of roulette
There is nothing left