It’s like I’m caught in between the words you speak and the expectations you keep out of reach. Over and over I try to see your point of view so skewed towards keeping me beneath you

I lost my head trying to breathe underneath your gravity. I won’t reach out to hold a hand that never gave for me

If you’re here to tell me who I should be, fuck you. I’ve made mistakes and I still do. I’ve got the will to improve, and that’s a whole lot more than I can say for you. If you’d take the time to look between the lines, you’d find that I’m an open book for every eye. But all you do is try to erase and rewrite, ‘cause nothing changes your mind

You can keep your cries for attention behind your teeth and bite down on your tongue until it bleeds. You’re not as real as you’d like to think. Such a sorry excuse for a personality

You’ve snaked your way inside my head one too many times, I won’t sit quiet while you run my life down to something so black and white. I think it’s time you read between the lines