King Girl by Hannah Elizabeth Cassidy
King Girl
Rest your weary head on me
Drain all my empathy
Drunk soaked eyes roll back into your head
There’s always an excuse
There’s so much that plagues you
Go ahead and take it all out on me
And I wonder, what made you
What mutation created you
Was it religion?
Was it a dream?
A delusion, or a memory?
Weakest is the man who survives only by raising his hands
Tell me I brought it on myself
Tell me I’ll never understand
Tell me I’ll never be able to comprehend
What truly makes a man
He don’t want love
Only someone else to blame
Give me no choice but to leave
Don’t follow as I walk away
And I wonder, what made you
What mutation created you
Was it religion?
Was it a dream?
A delusion, or a memory?
Weakest is the man who survives only by raising his hands
Tell me I brought it on myself
Tell me I’ll never understand
Tell me I’ll never be able to comprehend
What truly makes a man
Was it religion?
Was it a dream?
A delusion, or a memory?
Weakest is the man who survives only by raising his hands
Tell me I brought it on myself
Tell me I’ll never understand
Tell me I’ll never be able to comprehend
What truly makes a man
What truly makes a man
What truly makes a man
To be frank, all through my life, as a child, teenager and adult, I was abused. Most of that abuse was from men, and from female enablers who stood by and did nothing. I write songs as it’s the only voice I have. Anytime I tried to speak up about what was happening to me, I was silenced: by a teacher, by a policewoman, by ‘friends’, by relatives, by colleagues, laughed at by my managers when trying to report sexual harassment, the eyerolls from my friends as I was going through yet another “drama” – it’s a tale as old as time that a woman who refuses to allow herself to be treated badly is branded a crazy person, hysterical, delusional. I wrote this song as a very, very pissed off response towards all my abusers at once. The refrain pretty much sums up my anger, sadness and disgust, feelings I had to bury. I don’t want much from my songwriting, but if a handful of people of people see or hear one of my songs and it helps them - that’s more than I could ask for really.
Written by Hannah Elizabeth Cassidy
Hannah Elizabeth Cassidy, 27
Probably drunk, idiot savant