Let me speak for a change.
You don't always have to be right, I have opinions
This feels quite strange.
Speaking my mind, not just trying to listen.
You've bullied me into a corner.
Yet, your words to me, have no order.
They make no sense every time I play them back
I look for them, but I see no facts.
No, this time you listen.
Every time you seem to be forgiven,
But nothing changes for me, no benefits.
Something itches in me and I gotta scratch it.
great ideas, are all these my head around Bouncing
And the only word you focus on is "no."
You yell and contradict yourself, hysteria.
Cawing at me like you're some kind of crow.
Stop and actually listen to me,
because these words mean something to me.
I've got to keep speaking and break free,
From your binding words that haunt me.