despite your preconceptions, it didn’t start with me it started with misogyny fishing for sympathy well, sure I lied and bent the truth just to stay alive but the tall tales the tabloids tell don’t appreciate how I survived AND THIS IS NOT A CAUTIONARY TALE YOU SHOULD NEVER TELL A GIRL TO OBEY YOU CAN’T JUST TELL ME TO STAY AT HOME GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS AT THE END OF THE DAY friends have called me a freeloader, but didn’t see how hard I tried didn’t see how my soul turned against me, my body, and my mind and sometimes I wonder if I was digging my own grave but there was nowhere I could turn for help, was I too far gone to save? BUT THIS IS NOT A CAUTIONARY TALE WHO CARES HOW I LET MYSELF STRAY? WHO CARES IF I DID WOMANHOOD WRONG? GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS IN THEIR OWN WAY and everything I did, I did so I could live so, tell me what’s the worst you can forgive? BECAUSE THIS IS NOT A CAUTIONARY TALE SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO CHEAT TO GET YOUR WAY AND THIS PATH STARTED IN YOUR MAN’S WORLD SO, IT’S NOT MY FAULT AT THE END OF THE DAY and I learned some tricks to get me through my life: wear black clothes to hide the stains melted wax keeps the pain away now my rotten teeth bite down on free meals after dinner my kiss is stiff what’s the matter with me? why don’t I like it? THIS IS NOT A CAUTIONARY TALE (x4)

how does fame take you down? does it eat you up inside? does it take you for a ride? leave you hanging out to dry? and I was taken in by the big names up in lights, by the music, and the sights and I was ready to fight BUT HOLLYWOOD ISN’T ALL THAT GOOD IT’S NOT ALL CELEBRITY NOT ALL IT’S CRACKED UP TO BE los angeles let’s you eat out for the night offers gin and offers wine let’s you dream until you die but it wasn’t the city’s angels who came to take my life they really never lied it was a monster and his knife OH, HOLLYWOOD YOU WERE SO GOOD ALL YOUR CELEBRITY WAS ALL IT CRACKED UP TO BE oh, Hollywood don’t let me be lost don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me be lost don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me be lost I may be in pieces, but I was once a person too I was once a person too, I was a young girl just like you I was once a person too, I was once a person too I was once a person too, I was once a person

made up of disparate parts; why can’t I win? everybody on their marks? get ready for sin SO MANY YEARS I TOLD MYSELF I WASN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE FREEDOM OR COMFORT I TOLD MYSELF, "YOU TOOK A VOW" WHEN I START TO GET USED TO THAT MY CONSTANT IS TAKEN AWAY SO, HOW DO I START AGAIN NOW? TELL ME HOW DO I START AGAIN NOW? make a new beginning; just let it in don’t think twice about it; time to begin SO MANY YEARS I TOLD MYSELF I WASN'T ALLOWED TO TAKE WHAT I WANTED I TOLD MYSELF, "YOU TOOK A VOW" NOW I KNOW I'VE GOT A SOUL TO FEED BUT I'M LOST IN THE CROWD SO, HOW DO I START AGAIN NOW? TELL ME HOW DO I START AGAIN NOW? I know I flirted with concepts and brought myself close to the edge but I never crossed that line I never stepped off that ledge all these conversations with god on my mind now I’m a contradiction will the vessel fill back up with time? will I stay empty all the time? how do I start again if I’m disparate?

wake up screaming in a mirrored room don’t know how I got here weakened legs in the daytime now don’t show anyone your fear how do I forget? how do I pretend? ropes and locks in a darkened room don’t know how I got here screaming out without a sound so no one hears my fear how do I forget? how do I pretend? SWEET SIXTEEN— THIS ISN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE SWEET SIXTEEN— THIS ISN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE crime of the century how do I forget? a photograph I don’t remember how do I pretend anyone’s innocent? SWEET SIXTEEN SWEET SIXTEEN I was just a child but no one saw that in me remembered for a face and remembered for a name and the crime of the century but how do I forget? how do I pretend? SWEET SIXTEEN— THIS ISN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE THIS ISN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE THIS ISN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE (how do I forget? how do I pretend? / sweet sixteen)

take a look around you all the hate that seaps through the floorboards and the way down to the hatchets in the cellar something's gotta change something's gotta find away someone's gonna reach out and take what is rightfully hers I'M GETTING MY CHANCE NO MORE BLAME AND NO MORE HIDING I'M GONNA DANCE ON THEIR GRAVES FOR FUN JUST YOU WAIT— MY STORY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN did I test you everyday? now it's my turn, I'll get the final say gonna tear this house down all the way to the hatchets in the cellar you've got no idea what's coming you won't even wake up to stop the bleeding I'm doing now what needs to doing so, I get what I deserve I'M GETTING MY CHANCE NO MORE BLAME AND NO MORE HIDING I'M GONNA DANCE ON THEIR GRAVES FOR FUN JUST YOU WAIT— MY STORY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN I've been dreaming of a house on a hill now I've fixed it so I finally will have my wishes come true but still leave my secrets in the cellar got more than one skeleton in my closet got guilt built up to the back of it got this one thing I don't regret but I bury it so much deeper ooh ooh ooh I bury you so much deeper I'M GETTING MY CHANCE down to the cellar I bury you so much deeper

you know I’m scared as hell they’ll see me clear as day and bring their torches to my door and try to drive me away tar and feather the shifter, soak the fur in holy oil set the funeral pyre aflame, silver will make the blood boil I'M A WOLF, BUT I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU I'M A BEAST AND I WANNA HOLD YOU I'M A MONSTER AND I'M GONNA LOVE YOU IN MY OWN FOOLISH WAY aah ooh for a little bit of love, I’ll take my fill please drag me along, let me bend to your will I won’t linger too long, but if you don’t tell me to go I promise I’ll treat you right, better than you’ll ever know I'M A WOLF, BUT I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU I'M A BEAST AND I WANNA HOLD YOU I'M A MONSTER AND I'M GONNA LOVE YOU IN MY OWN FOOLISH WAY aah ooh and when the wine runs out, we will have water still I will still have my pride, I will still have my will why can’t we share the night, I howl, you howl too let’s grow claws and shift together, in the glow of the full moon aah ooh

wish I could work the graveyard shift with all the ghosts and the skeletons the undead are my only friends now they teach me the language of demons on the graveyard shift you can see the stars my friends, the zombies get caught in their light they’re drawn to shiny things like jewelry and silver spoons but nothing catches them like the stars at night NOW I FEEL THE SAME, I CAN PASS THROUGH WALLS NOW I AM INVINCIBLE NOW I SEE A SIGN AS I FLOAT AND FALL NOW I AM INVISIBLE night is so much better than we give it credit for and sure we give it a lot but it whispers secrets and keeps yours safe encourages you to give as good as you got so, maybe I wanna be buried in the pet sematary maybe I crave the lust of flesh maybe I’d like to live a new life without boundaries and start off fresh NOW I FEEL THE SAME, I CAN PASS THROUGH WALLS NOW I AM INVINCIBLE NOW I SEE A SIGN AS I FLOAT AND FALL NOW I AM INVISIBLE I’m floating like a lost balloon, but no one can see me I bang pots and pans and throw chairs across the room get real scary still invisible I cry and moan, “will no one come save me?” invincible, but all alone— should I have stayed dead and buried? well, I wanna be buried in the pet sematary I crave flesh I'd like to live a new life without boundaries and start of fresh

I’ve decided to be honest for once and confess the secrets I’ve been too afraid to share I’ve decided to dig up the graves of my feelings and let you all know they’ve been desecrated beyond repair this headstone says I was in love once I used to think I was the one who soiled it in dirt seven long years and then some introspection turns out it was me who was hurt and then I lied and lied and lied and lied so when I’d wake up, I could handle my reflection but the mirror never lies, it shows your sad and tired eyes forces you to face your imperfections and this epitaph says I used to make people laugh and sure I tried to hard but at least I tried at all and the body in this crypt still has its freezing iron grip on my bones and on my nerves, reminds me of the love I don’t deserve a love for which I often fall but at least I’m being honest for once and confessing the secrets locked in this stronghold at least I decided to look into my soul And let you all know that it’s dark and dead and cold and I don’t want to wake up tomorrow knowing my whole life will be a big elaborate act can I let myself be me, the great star I wanted to be without these glaring contradictions to the fact this epitaph says I used to make people laugh and maybe finally I can make them laugh again and the body in this crypt still has its freezing iron grip on my brain and on my heart, reminds me of the love that fell apart but a love I think I’ve got the chance to mend