Maladaptive

Her beauty is gone when taken by age and endeavors
She’s got circumstantial subjects to make her feel better
But she’s a flower underneath

If it hurts herself, it’s cause she knows they’ll soon all be leaving her
There’s a perfect lie that you know that you can be

Taught at school to learn to be quick without conscience
On the contrary, I won’t subscribe to your fiction
I won’t follow your rules

If it hurts yourself, it’s cause you know they still all believe in you
In my mind, I'm looking in maladaptive eyes

The mark of pride she bore once has now turned against her
She’s got nothing to shame, nothing to hang her own head with
It’s a harrowing carousel disease

If it hurts herself, it’s cause she knows they’ll soon all be leaving her
And in her mind, she knows they’re leaving on

Halloween, the world of the living’s a prison
In a black disguise, she greets all her guests with that smile of hers
That takes a shallow heart to please

If it hurts yourself, it’s cause you know they still all believe in you
In my mind, I'm gazing in maladaptive eyes