Initiation

You've seen a face that can remain unfazed
While being put in her place
She must be custom made for you
What can she do?
From a young age was made to feel ashamed
Of many dreams she dreamed
And so she gave away the view
I'm made for you

Every time you yell, when you point and shout
Every time you tell me what it's all about
I get deja vu to a life lived through
The eyes of another
When you live in fеar long enough you hear
Subtle warning signs coming through loud and clеar
So you disappear into the well worn gears
Of a life undercover

I've been abused so I'm used to it
Used to taking it
'Stead of breaking down I just get nondescript
And to avoid conflict
I don't react, I don't talk back, no matter what the cue
Avert my eyes and muffle sighs
Just visualise you're through
I was made for you

She says okay 'bout 50 times a day
Guess that's the price you pay
If you want to maintain the peace
She's well policed
Then walks on eggs as every morsel begs
And finds herself with dregs
This is a famine not a feast
To say the least

Every time you jeer, when you laugh out loud
When you tell me you are anything but proud
I can hear the sound of the jeering crowd
Hound you on for another
When you land the punch with a sickening crunch
And a hush settles over the peanut munchers
Seeing you flush as you feel the rush
Of a thug unrecovered

I've been accused so I'm used to it
Used to just faking it
'Stead of flipping out I just look drab and whipped
And just get on with it
I don't respond, I can't come on, no matter what you do
Desensitised, I muffle cries
Just visualise you're through
I was made for you

We've turned a page
At least that's what we say
We're gonna make our way
Out of this crazy maze we drew
She's sorry too
Thing's gotta change
I'll let you out your cage
We can escape our fates
And pave a different avenue
This time it's true

Then you slam that boot with a grand salute
And the pain blooms brighter than a hoop-dee-doo
I recall the brute force that called galoot
Hauling off for another
It's a real meet cute when you point to shoot
Fool brooding down the barrel of the bullet shoot
Got no therapeutic effect can mute it
Or run duck and cover

I've been amused so I'm used to it
Used to getting over it
Part of giving up is when you're giving in
And to forgive again
I don't fight back, I can't relax, no matter what is said
Just close my eyes and hold my sides
And visualise you're dead
I was made for this
I was made for this