So what is it that you want me to do?
Do
you want me to be like you?
Do
I even get a say in my life?
Or
do you only get to say what’s supposedly right?
You
will be the death of me.
Your
words stab my soul painfully
You
don’t understand how this feels
Thoughts
keep creeping in slowly
These
are the things that make me say what I say
These
are the things that make me not want to stay
Not
want to even live in this place
They
make me want to go far away
When
I think things are getting better
Life
keeps reminding me I am not yet free
I
feel like I am drowning more and more
And
suddenly life takes a toll on me
