I know you're mad because I'm closed in tight
It's hard for me to express these feelings
I'm just not used to someone caring
I'm not used to someone taking the time to love me
To get to know me inside out
Believe it or not, it was easier to get in my body than in my mind
I know it's frustrating, cause you quote on quote, "I want to know what's in my woman's mind"
I couldn't agree more, it just takes me time
To get on paper what is in my mind
I'm just so used to closing myself off till I want to die
I still live day to day
I live with this weight on my chest
With it plastered in my mind,
Cluttered with it
Every gap has traffic in it
Every little thing you wouldn't want to remember
Whenever I'm alone,
Whenever I am vulnerable
It always ***** me right back
And holds on as tight as you do