I object to what I want to see
Not feeling close outside of me
Some distant memory
or something forgotten
I object to what I feel inside
Everyone walks around like a sign
Some kind of cheap paperback novel
You read it once and then its discarded
Tied up like a knot with what I grew up in
Everytime I change
I stay locked up inside afraid of expression
If I treat you like dirt
its all Im expecting
I objectify
I objectify
Dont understand why Im feeling this way
Theres a part of me thats always betrayed
Uncertainty
Im certain thats often
I dont get whats been got at before
I always thought there was something more
I saw your face
Thats all I remember
I know your name but its not important
You werent like what I saw on TV
You werent like what I read in magazines
You werent like what I saw in the movies
You werent everything you were meant to be
I objectify
I objectify
I objectify
i objectify