Can you tell what the hell is going on where do people that tell you what to do get their ideas from (i don't need nobody else to think for me) push me down and pull me up you think that I was made for that you got the plan you're the man knowing what's the best for us regardless you make us feel now I got so much I need to heal from you, you, you, you, you yours, yours, yours, I wanted to be yours but you didn't know how to treat, treat, treat, treat, treat I'll make you eat your own words And I hope it burns you told me that it's okay to take up space for what I crave but when I did you tried to make me small so I would fit in your narrow walls I'll try to be as big as I can you don't have the capacity to be my man wanted to evade your threads didn't realize I was moving like your hands a little bit further into the abyss too dark to remember tell me how to resist something my mind dismissed the paths to disturb you from going your own are linked to guilt, selfdoubt, shame and a base as fragile as a cardbox home don't let them make you put their accountability on your back you got to protect the tenderness of your soul you told me that it's okay to take up space for what I crave but when I did you tried to make me small so I would fit in your narrow walls I'll try to be as big as I can so I don't have to ever see you again wanted to evade your threads didn't realize I was moving like your hands a little bit further into the abyss too dark to remember tell me how to resist something my mind dismissed