whats inside

Unser my own thumb

All this pain I have inside All the anger I keep bottled up All the pent up rage i don’t let other see

You caused it I have no release I can’t truly let it go I need to be on my own Only rely on my self Only worry about my problems Only have the stress related to me

Not all your drama Not all your problems you caused your self Not all your stress you think you have a right to make me shoulder

I need out of this house I feel like I’m being buried alive under all your clutter I need a way to support my self To be able to pay for my needs and not ask you for a dime

When I am no longer here Don’t call me Don’t stop by Don’t ask about me Because you make it clear that I am not worth supporting

When I am gone don’t sit by your phone because I won’t call I won’t ask for a dime from you Not a penny Because I refuse to be under your thumb after I finally get out


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