How things are
How did they ever get this far
I lock myself in my room
As you stalk me like a hawk
I feel like a child on a rope
Cuz you're always trying to catch me doing dope…
If you saw me I couldn't cope
What would you say?
Would you turn and walk away?
Act like you don't care
But I know you don't even dare
To step to me, you would start running your mouth then maybe kick me out!
This is how things are … dear god take away my sins show me how to begin I know it's not with him! !
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