I can't wait to be far away

I have no voice if I don't speak my mind

You once told me that my skin was that of a porcelain doll
and now I feel like one that's been thrown against a wall,
skin cracking and waiting to be glued back together.

***** you and your moral high road. Don't pin that **** on me. Nine months later and I can still see through you like you're a ******* window. Did you want what was best for me in July? How about August? Or January? Or March, when you thought that I opened my legs in order to open my heart? *******. I don't want your God-given *******. Take what He gave you and stay out of my life.