Her
Lincoln Lim Lyrics

You kneel in the bath in your sisters blue dress
You seek solace in the bath while wearing your sister's dress

Mixing tears with your whiskey filled veins
You cry while also drinking whiskey

You calm yourself down and settle you down
You try to relax and calm your emotions

To be you at least till they're awake
You can only be yourself until the people around you wake up

You had your first kiss under green fuelled bliss
You had your first kiss while being high on drugs

With the boy from across the street
You shared your first kiss with a neighbor

You laughed for awhile all while hiding a smile
You laughed while trying to conceal a smile

And the shame of your fast growing stiff
You felt embarrassed about getting an erection

And all you want is just a little love
Your desire is to be loved

And all you need is just to be heard
You want someone to listen to you

Remember the time you were 4 maybe 5
You recall a moment from childhood

Slathered lipstick across your face
You put lipstick all over your face

Your gut turned to stone as your dad crossed the room
Your stomach tightened as your father entered the room

Red faced with his belt in his grip
Your father was angry and held his belt

And all you need is just to be her
You only want to be yourself (a girl)

So much hurt
You have experienced much pain

And the darkest
The pain is overwhelming

The darkest of words
The situation is so bad that there are no words to describe it

Unloved
You feel unloved

For the longest time
This feeling has lasted for a very long time

Well you fought where you can
You tried to fight for yourself

Stayed your ground raised your hands
You stood up for yourself

Looked for love in all the letters
You searched for love everywhere you could find it

Of each locker room scam
You searched for love even in locker rooms

You loved
You loved people despite the pain you felt

All you want is just a little love
You still want to be loved

And all you need is just to be her
You still want to be yourself (a girl)

"She was the sweetest of girls", "She was always my daughter"
People speak kindly of you after you have died

Tears of guilt dripping down their face
People feel guilty for the way they treated you

The hypocrisy builds with each candlelit moment
People act hypocritically during your memorials

For the girl who died for her name
You died for being yourself (a girl)