Blood will spill the ground,
When you try to pin me down.
You're lucky I could control it,
I don't let that anger spit flames and burn those,
I love.
This all happened,
Because you overreacted.
And made me fear for my safety.
I was never safe there.
The chains are gone,
Time for me to grow up.
Finally....
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Blood will spill the ground,
When you try to pin me down.
You're lucky I could control it,
I don't let that anger spit flames and burn those,
I love.
This all happened,
Because you overreacted.
And made me fear for my safety.
I was never safe there.
The chains are gone,
Time for me to grow up.
Finally....
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