That moment when you feel sick, your hearts beating real quick, your mind starts to tick.

I'm hurting I'm sad! Why do you make me feel bad?
you chased away my dad, of course I 'll be mad.

The truth about your way, something I had to say,
on that ****** up day, I need to getaway.

Slap me in the face, to your own disgrace ,
I'm leaving this place, without a trace.

The drama, the karma;
I need to wrap myself in armour,
To protect me from the trauma.

Despite is that right?
the day would come when I'd stand up and fight

It's my right, it may be no delight but
you could just be polite, accept that you've lost the fight

To control, it's not your role
It's starting to take it's toll.

Pushing me away, there's no way I wanna stay,
you don't listen to what I say.