You are where you belong
but the only thing belong to me is you
stranded in a place i know little off
surrounded by those who thinks they know me
i hate those who know less then they claim
over selling and then drag others to the bidding
i'm trying to be nice, trust me i do
just because the truth is to much for them to bear
i use to just tell what i feel, when i feel it
tell me what i'm wrong and ill listen
but condemn on what is not ill scream.
no filters where i came from and they knew it...
they understand me.
but your world, it would be dreadful
they are too fragile
but holding back hurt me
i want to scream but i kept silent
being docile is not me but i'm living it
so please, i need you to be with me
don't rip the cut, cure it
i don't want to be singing melody of the cursed
but i might explode
this is my stand
i am my own manipulator
i hate being manipulate
i see through most
don't try me with cheap tricks
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