I'm fed up
you let up
& I shut up
you took my voice & now I'm fighting to feel better
I hate you ...Lord I know it's wrong
you blocked my heart & left me to put the sweater on
closed off to myself, middle fingers up
no sunny weather
I don't wanna feel this
I've gotten so bitter
guard up, ready to pull the trigger on whoever
"Rain on me, Lord won't you take this pain from me"
- in the shower, Ashanti on repeat for hours
I can't eat got everything in the microwave trying to reheat
can't bring it back
I feel under attack
Help
I want my voice
Myself
back
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
I'm fed up
you let up
& I shut up
you took my voice & now I'm fighting to feel better
I hate you ...Lord I know it's wrong
you blocked my heart & left me to put the sweater on
closed off to myself, middle fingers up
no sunny weather
I don't wanna feel this
I've gotten so bitter
guard up, ready to pull the trigger on whoever
"Rain on me, Lord won't you take this pain from me"
- in the shower, Ashanti on repeat for hours
I can't eat got everything in the microwave trying to reheat
can't bring it back
I feel under attack
Help
I want my voice
Myself
back
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