You’ve lived a haunted life
Tried to imagine how I’d feel
If I was thrown into the public eye
Before my wounds had healed

The way you flashed us with your scars and told about [bad word] Like we were students in your “how-to-be-dramatic” little school

Now I can understand how
After all that you’ve been through
You’d lock yourself inside
Waiting for us [bad word] and rescue you

But what I can’t fathom is
While imprisoned in yourself
You wouldn’t ever take a look around
Just blame everyone else

Pulling the “look-at-me-I’m-hurt” card
Got you friends that wouldn’t dare
Question any little [bad word] No, halfway–they would meet you there

Your lover fears your reactions
He’s like a puppy on a leash
He doesn’t tread outside your boundaries
Without saying “please”

Now I can understand how
You’d be scared to [bad word] again
Seeing how fame would be a magnet
For attention-seeking friends.

But what I can’t fathom is
If your friends lie to keep you calm
You wouldn’t ever ask yourself
Who they got that idea from

I could be scared of you
I would cater to your needs
Your dominating ways, my overwhelming fear of conflict feeds
But I learned not to get involved
By admitting more about myself
Takes one to know one honey, [bad word] me take a look inside yourself