Shut up, I’ve got something to say.

I’m sick of holding my breath

Holding my tongue

In my hand that’s bleeding

From all the times I stabbed it

Waiting for something

someone to free it.

Cuffed like a damn thief

Cuz I was born under the wrong roof

Can’t breathe can’t see can’t eat

Can’t live when the snakes are at your doorway.

Hells not real it’s what you make

It’s what you made for me

Painted for me in your mind in mine

So I could never leave

So I could never breathe never eat

It worked because I was too small to say no

And a kid can only take so much say so

And everyone tells me I should say no

But you wrote me and beat me up against the wall.



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