This doesn't have a title bit just hear me out
There's hostility in my head I need to clear out
I'm not the only person here that's felt and succumbed to pressure, of that I don't have doubt

It seems like every time I open up everybody smells blood in the water
It's a pain because I want to open up because it's tough here in Chicago
I hate bottling up my problems but I can't take the stinging welts of others

You treat me as if you hate me, but you claim to be a lover