| The simplest questions |
| Are the hardest to answer |
| I better not end up killing you |
| 'Cause then what do I tell the coppers |
| That you killed me first? |
| No, you can’t lock up a ghost |
| I got the blessings of my father |
| To end the man who killed his daughter |
| But daddy lives life through religion |
| And that’s a different kind of prison |
| So if he ever ends up haunted |
| It wasn’t me who got it started |
| I begged the blessings of my mother |
| If I can go back to being a daughter |
| 'Cause I am so much more than horror |
| I’m a story, I’m a fighter |
| But |
| I’m not a story to kiss and tell |
| Please, rather kiss and tell me |
| You love me like the people loved Mary |
| You think that was a miracle? |
| You think that really happened? |
| But when somebody tells their truth |
| It must be all imagined |
| I’m not tryna discredit you |
| I’m just tryna show you what you do |
| What you do |
| Why do you turn my pain into shame |
| My past into flames? |
| That’s not how you’ll get over it |
| I got the blessings of my father |
| To end the man who killed his daughter |
| But daddy lives life through religion |
| And that’s a different kind of prison |
| So if he ever ends up haunted |
| It wasn’t me who got it started |
| So I begged the blessings of my mother |
| If I can go back to being a daughter |
| 'Cause I am so much more than horror |
| I’m a story, I’m a fighter |
| I am not what they called her |
| I am not what they called her |
| I’m so much more than what they called her |