Testo Poor Pitiful You - Queen Butterfly
Testo della canzone Poor Pitiful You (Queen Butterfly), tratta dall'album Before You Press Play
Poor pitiful you, always crying on cue
Got a sad little quote for the damage you do
You light up the room with a match in your hand
Then fall to the floor like you don't understand
You played puppet master from behind the scenes
Pulling on strings while you kept your hands clean
Told us what they said, told them what we said
Then sat back quiet while the whole thing bled
You ain't misunderstood, you ain't just hurt
You're a black-hearted bitch in a victim shirt
You don't want peace, you want people confused
So nobody can see the real monster is you
Poor pitiful you, with your crocodile tears
Everybody's the villain when the mirror gets near
You can cry, cry, cry till the whole room moves
But sorry don't count when it never meets truth
Poor pitiful you, always playing that part
Soft little voice with a snake-ass heart
You can fool weak people who don't wanna see
But you ain't fooling me
And some lies ain't drama, they're lower than low
Some lines you don't cross when you still got a soul
Some women lose babies and never heal right
While you wore that grief just to steal the spotlight
You dressed up a heartbreak you never had to bury
Made people hold you for a weight you didn't carry
Had them praying for pain that you painted on
Then played small and wounded when the truth came strong
That ain't broken, that's evil with makeup
That's a heart so hollow even hell might wake up
You wanted soft hands wiping your face
While real broken women got slapped by your shame
Poor pitiful you, with your crocodile tears
Everybody's the villain when the mirror gets near
You can cry, cry, cry till the whole room moves
But sorry don't count when it never meets truth
Poor pitiful you, always playing that part
Soft little voice with a snake-ass heart
You can fool weak people who don't wanna see
But you ain't fooling me
Accountability, bitch, you can't spell it
Truth hit your doorstep, you won't even smell it
You'll post about healing, post about pain
But won't post the part where you caused the flames
You say you were broken, we all fucking were
But we didn't build fires then cry when they burned
We didn't twist stories and hide in the smoke
We didn't use pity every time we got exposed
Your circle stays weak cause they live in your spell
Fake-ass liars scared to look at themselves
They know what you are, they just won't say it out loud
Cause cowards feel safer inside of a crowd
And let me make one thing real clear
Dark thoughts ain't a costume to wear
Pain is real, hell gets loud
But you don't use that to dodge the mirror
You don't get to hurt everybody
Then hide behind, I almost broke
You don't get to poison the water
Then beg us to cry when you choke
You don't get to fake sacred grief
Then act like truth is cruel
You don't get to play dead inside
When the damage came from you
Victim complex, puppet strings
Same old mask, same old scene
You want a crown for suffering
But won't own a damn thing
Poor pitiful you, with your crocodile tears
Everybody's the villain when the mirror gets near
You can cry, cry, cry till the whole room moves
But sorry don't count when it never meets truth
Poor pitiful you, always playing that part
Soft little voice with a snake-ass heart
You can fool weak people who don't wanna see
But you ain't fooling me
Keep your sad quotes
Keep your fake tears
Keep that little circle
That lives in your fear
But the truth got teeth
And it finally broke through
Poor pitiful you
The monster was you
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