And she tells her neighbor
That she's good as well,
And he explains to the next in the chain
How he thinks he's worthy for certain ...
And eventually it gets to me
But I have no one to talk to but you
And you are here to deny
All I know to be right,
As if it's between you and me --
So I keep my mouth shut.
It's easier to feel good, right, worthy
When I am not questioned
Even though being questioned
Has nothing to do with me.
