SCREWED

You wind her up until she starts to scream
You always find some way of sticking the knife in
You touch her, she turns to cream
Why do you have to do such cruel things?

She looks into your face and she hasn't got a clue
Her legs are paralysed, she's going to stick to you.
You torture her, you're good at twisting the screw
She won't leave you.

And everybody's asking why she's let it go on,
This screwed up circle with no way out for either one
Feelings so painful, could you ever give love?
And knowing all the time that it could never be enough

She's fucked off with your ways of constantly putting her down
She's sick of feeling like she's been dragged along the ground
She's tired of cradling your precious head in her hands
But she wants you and she isn't making other plans

It's not the state of my skin
It's just the state that I'm in, in my skin
The liposomes don't hide the blemishes inside
And whether they hide wrinkle or spot, they're not the trouble
I look in the mirror and sometimes it seems,
the eyes of a little girl are staring back at me.

Words by Zoe Gilmour and Debris V.