Cover,
Cover,
Cover up.

Learn to mask what's right there to see 

They wouldn't want to know what it looks like, really. 

pressing hands on stomachs but we don't make a sound

long sleeves and bloodstains but we don't break down

bruises and bitemarks and lust but we don't tell anyone

Don't look at me like that

Don't you dare wonder what the hell is wrong with me

Just keep the hurt in check

I am going to feed her

stop looking at me, please

They don't understand 

I don't understand

So I cover.
Cover,
Cover,
Cover up.