She can′t allow, she can't willingly conspire

She can′t give herself permission to even imagine her desire

She cannot want, she can't consider what she mightShe can't even share the couch with what she actually might like

At this point she wonders does she even have the voice?

For calling for name for even making any choice

Maybe it′s down there buried underneath the pleasing

Unnamed and undiscovered like a cruelty, a teasing

Has it always been like this? Is it untrue or just unspoken?

Unlearned communication or functional? Functional but broken

The question persists, the actions continue on pause

The results, the effects don′t change but neither does the cause

And she continues, her needs so untouchable

This barrier so perfect, so indestructible

Has it always been like this? Is it untrue or just unspoken?

Unlearned communication or functional? Functional but broken

Has it always been like this? Is it untrue or just unspoken?

Unlearned communication or functional? Functional but broken