The simplest questions
Are the hardest to answer
I better not end up killing you
'Cause then what do I tell the coppers
That you killed me first?
No, you can't lock up a ghost
I got the blessings of my father
To end the man who killed his daughter
But daddy lives life through religion
And that's a different kind of prison
So if he ever ends up haunted
It wasn't me who got it started
I begged the blessings of my mother
If I can go back to being a daughtеr
'Cause I am so much more than horror
I'm a story, I'm a fighter
But
I'm not a story to kiss and tеll
Please, rather kiss and tell me
You love me like the people loved mary
You think that was a miracle?
You think that really happened?
But when somebody tells their truth
It must be all imagined
I'm not tryna discredit you
I'm just tryna show you what you do
What you do
Why do you turn my pain into shame
My past into flames?
That's not how you'll get over it
I got the blessings of my father
To end the man who killed his daughter
But daddy lives life through religion
And that's a different kind of prison
So if he ever ends up haunted
It wasn't me who got it started
So I begged the blessings of my mother
If I can go back to being a daughter
'Cause I am so much more than horror
I'm a story, I'm a fighter
I am not what they called her
I am not what they called her
I'm so much more than what they called her
