What She Made Me

by LUCY
(Portishead)

She made me,
shy because she thought it was for the best.
She made me,
sad because she didn’t want me to have other friends...

She made me,
depressed because I would have been too happy.
She made me,
a doll because she wanted to scare me...

She made me,
lonely because she would tell people to not go near me.
She made me,
want to die because she would make fun of me...

She did this to me because;
I was a weak victim and could not stop her.
But I got away,
and that is why I am now me...