I swear, it feels like I’m being cheated,
My past is once again being repeated.
It feels like everyone is set on ruining my life,
Damn, they are so lucky I don’t have a knife.
All I have to say now is that it had better stop,
Because my wall of self control is about to pop.
I’ve been so fucking patient,
That by the time I get what I’m waiting for, I’ll be ancient.
I’m seriously thinking about running from this bullshit place,
And against the police, I’ll have to race.
But there is someone holding me back, but just one person,
And if I run, I’ll probably never see her again.
I swear, I thank God for her,
Because without her, where I’d be, I’m not sure.