Hide away from the shadows of my faults,
A disease which the society has brought into us,
ettabug.
‘How could you do this to my young lady’,
Fears and fears thats sounds so hasty,
ettabug.
A hatred building up inside,
Am i wrong for changing myself for who i want to be,
ettabug...
Bad posture, Big sweaters,
A forced voice,
Loretta..?
Pink, Glitter, Bows,
‘Women who don\'t act like ladies are hoes’,
Loretta?
Pills, and haircuts,
Am I wrong?
Miles?
My short hair,
More comfortable,
Miles.
Miles,
More comfortable,
Miles.. - m.f