Stomach turning, head pounding.
The voice of vulgarity is sounding.
Where to go, where to hide?
Lost while you’re by my side.
A place made to be safe,
You’re supposed to feel at home.
You’re nothing but in my face,
And i still feel alone.
Claiming to be better
With nothing but age,
This statement is irrelevant,
Causing nothing but rage.
The simplicity of your voice;
It’s plenty to set me off.
You leave me with no choice,
But to keep contact blocked.
You can’t handle the responsibility,
You can’t handle me.
I look at you with disgust.
Finally,
I’m free.