My head is constantly spinning
And I can't seem to regain my balance,
I'm so depressed that I can't see straight, But since I'm young
I guess those feelings aren't even valid
We live on a floating rock, constantly rotating around the sun
Yet people are still worried about random boys who like it up the ****
We're too concerned about one another rather than what's truly important:
Like staying in our own lanes, and teaching things that are less adhordent
It's 2015 and people are still being judged by their color
When really we should be judged based upon How we treat each other
society is taking a negative turn, no doubt about it
with ignorant people preaching hate,
saying that a woman is at fault when she gets *****
"She was asking for it" they say,
as they sexualize shoulders and legs
thinking that a woman wearing a short dress
Is just begging for their toxic kiss
The only thing I'm begging for
Is a change of heart in the hateful,
Who say my love isn't real
Because it isn't "full, fruitful, and faithful"
My love is fuller than
You will ever know
it's not my fault that you live
life with your eyes closed
I'll love who I want
Because **** she's so fine
And anyone who looks at me differently
Is no friend of mine
And a final **** you"
To all the ******** in This small town
Who think they look better when they
Put another person down
(You don't look better, you look like an ******
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
My head is constantly spinning
And I can't seem to regain my balance,
I'm so depressed that I can't see straight, But since I'm young
I guess those feelings aren't even valid
We live on a floating rock, constantly rotating around the sun
Yet people are still worried about random boys who like it up the ****
We're too concerned about one another rather than what's truly important:
Like staying in our own lanes, and teaching things that are less adhordent
It's 2015 and people are still being judged by their color
When really we should be judged based upon How we treat each other
society is taking a negative turn, no doubt about it
with ignorant people preaching hate,
saying that a woman is at fault when she gets *****
"She was asking for it" they say,
as they sexualize shoulders and legs
thinking that a woman wearing a short dress
Is just begging for their toxic kiss
The only thing I'm begging for
Is a change of heart in the hateful,
Who say my love isn't real
Because it isn't "full, fruitful, and faithful"
My love is fuller than
You will ever know
it's not my fault that you live
life with your eyes closed
I'll love who I want
Because **** she's so fine
And anyone who looks at me differently
Is no friend of mine
And a final **** you"
To all the ******** in This small town
Who think they look better when they
Put another person down
(You don't look better, you look like an ******
Wut
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